Ignoring the Order

1. Improvisation Song

Large hall full of people, sitting on chairs and facing a stage, though this might as well have been the living room of my parents, though the place was much bigger. Yet it felt like a family gathering, only there were too many people. I came in when things were already on, and passed the stage, side of the front door it would be. A young man with black curly hair was singing in a mike. I looked for a place not certain of why I was here. About half way in the room I sit down, people are here that I know, they guide me a little, but they are completely under the influence of the atmosphere, while I am not.
Then my name is called and I am called on stage, I ignore it, the man in front has done singing, I thought he did well, rhymed, four lines a stanza. And people behind me start calling my name, all can hear it, I don't move an inch as if I have not heard it. Then my so-called friends start to tell my I should go up and sing as well, apparently this is an improvisation performance and people expect me to join, while I know of nothing. When I realize this is improvisation I am quite proud of the man in front who under the circumstances did his best, I think he prepared. I am not proud of not going out to the stage, but I completely ignore the order, because I feel uncomfortable. I don't want to do such a performance in public. I am very thick headed.

2. Brle and Meditation

There is a building I enter, a room, people are sitting in a circle, drinking tea, this is the kind of new age gathering for a talk or workshop, I know the place, then I see Brle, and this is his first time. When I pass him, his back to mine, because he is in a chair in the circle, then I pet his head and go with my hand through his hair in a very familiar gesture. Many other things happened before and after.