First time organising an ISTA training

And life says stay here and now
I usually cave after mingling 
But today Is made for walking,
In the river of dancing roller skaters
The wind caroling through urban gardens,
Gazed upon by tranquil whale clouds

I Feel all their movement in my skin
Like a moving school of fish
An Echo of all the storylines I’ve been swimming in for days

Service has a different flavor
For every cog in the wheel

This one got my hands black with oily muck,
Teeth-grit eyes-squint focus,
Loopy kind of flaming warmth as my heart
Opens one moment in welcome
And the nexts, Casts off like a balloon,
Caught up in counting supplies and fixing speakers 

There but not,
Eagle eye Aware but
a foot always out,
Unceasing One-handed juggle.

that dish was more acid than I like
But gods my heart tasted something yet different,
To meet people in the flesh
When I know exactly
The path they climbed
To the temple door,

I’m sliding into
A Brutally personal love,
A Fluttering, warm and soft flavor 
To balance the sheepdog attentiveness
To the moods of the flock

They arrived and 
I could have guessed the names
Just from their walk,

Our past is cast so clear on our brow...

I love with ferocity
The fire line of circle that Herds us in,
broken pieces held by courage and outdated armor

And I love The rituals 
that pull down the gods
Into our faces,

all questions dissolve in minutes
And a hundred violins 
Send their silk tongues into glowing red heavens

As something else 
takes over
Like a rising tidal wave

And no words,
No words could ever go there,

Beauty is the plain language of this
It is written in the gestures of the
Humble giants 
That rise from our small shoes,
Held up by strong ancestral hands through

The courage to trust
To try this moment as new
To brush a cord still unplayed

One note
Hits us like a bullet
And all our sharp edges 
Fall clattering to the floor,

When we return
The afterglow tastes soft as raspberries
When unclouded radiance
Speaks, after

Saying so often
- What could I say?

And that half whisper
Is loud as a new age dawning,

quivers with the seal
Of The lips of god.