At a round table they sat, called a truceto discuss the indestructible worldand meditate upon eternal things.
Like triplets, separated at birtheach possessed a portion of their truthyet only made sense in unison.
Tired of jockeying for positionaddressing mind, body or spirit, alonethey came, like jealous gods, to save us.
Unable to shirk their messianic callingstogether they preached liberation,through odes to joy and manuals of love.
With myth and parable, the defiant musereminded us of the art of being presentand then how to vanish without a trace.
More variations on the old themes: of exile,homecoming, how to cut to the essenceof our humanity and unquenchable thirst.
In the corner of a small bookshop, they convened:‘Philosophy, Spirituality, and Poetry’,temporarily reconciled to share their wisdoms.
© YAHIA LABABIDI 2024
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