when feel is served

so how you feel 

and what expresses that?

are they connected?

is it a swift means of translation?

does the ladle of action

have the porridge of feelings intact?

do others get to taste

what your feelings cook up?

are you fresh-feel servings

or a mental vending machine choice?

are you nourishment offered

or a meal in response?

do you hurl from the essence of you,

as it is unfolding from within?

or are you delivering lines from the script,

you seem to feel were presented to you,

for you to appropriately out loud respond?

we are all on a diet of human contact,

looking for nurturance in every way.

we would all like to dine in elegance,

within care and concern. 

we are each that garden within,

from which the wealth of being is served.

emotional chow should always be in the now.

when we meet,

are we also dining? . . .