Here is another soul sketch, of a perfect stranger I chose in Barcelona during a recent creativity workshop. He was a busboy/waiter at our hotel.
I am of service, and so I am invisible.
I am of service, and so I can fly.
I am of service, and so I am private.
Few people see me beyond what I do.
Anyone is invited.
No one is expected.
Checked self importance.
A dance among the collective.
I am a monk in common disguise.
*His age so young (maybe 16), his soul so old and his energy so selfless, I dared not take a picture and degrade the honor of such a rare human! Thus, the photo is not mine but it seems my subject would age into someone like the man pictured--and bullfighting is now banned in Catalunya (yaaay!) so this is how that graceful DNA might be channeled.