A SWEATY CANTINA

Once a year in a sweaty cantina
at dusk in old town Santa Fe,
two brothers meet to share a drink
while spilling blood and tears on the floor.
A sacred dialogue where words
take on deeper meaning.
I carefully choose what I intend to say,
but then realize it’s not important
as so much that’s understood isn’t even spoken.
An extended prayer in holy time,
serenity fills my space.
My senses fully engaged
I feel the Godseed within me stirring,
germinating, nurtured by like calling to like.
Later, I realize that all that's gone before
has been shrouded by a veil -
not of mystery, but rather, hidden truth.
A sacred dialogue - awakening
deep brotherhood
renewed.

And I wipe my sweaty face dry.