Chop Wood and Carry Water

I shred and stretch the herbs

I grind the vibrant, pungent season

I exist fully within the Here and Now’s twists and curbs

I am meditative always, balanced even when without reason

I pluck from garden fresh a bit of scallion

And then I take those green onion slices

I toss them amongst oiled-pan medallion

I stir through them like they are my many virtues and vices

Sweetened with the fire-smithing of stove’s blessed heat

Lovely, aromatically-enticing nose twitchings for my cooking

Spit-inducing droolish smells waft through my kitchen, my task here almost complete

Meditative, again, and true and through

As the food is green and red and yellow, too

Thought it may not be clear from upon surface-looking

I mull through thoughts of serendipity turned to those sorrowed

I stir through mind’s plethora of ponderous problems so very troubling

As I shake and tilt my wok-softening of resources borrowed

And just like that, they pop!

And my negative aspects drop!

Disappearing into non-anxious, endless love, much like my sauce is now bouncing about

And without a doubt, bubbling

I add the dashes of pepper and paprika and I add the pinch of turmeric and basil and salt

I do this as if on robotically-coded standard method, without deepened thought, by default

Nestled and settled in

Like outside and within

My belief in being anything other than everything all together all at once and everywhere

Grows faint and paled to transparency and so thin

I see now that giving in to the thoughts leads to the no-thoughts, stop fighting and let the flow win

End-to-end-to-new-beginnings

Primed and excited for their turn to begin

I taste this whole magically magnificent and magnanimous life!

Where my honesty and impeccability of word and thought eradicates all feeling of “sin”

I am doing all that there is to be done

Under the stars and clouds that obscure them at night

Under the iridescent moonlight and the sun

Under the great big sky where the birds I am a part of take flight

I am seeing for “myself” now, aware how they are fully separate yet also interconnected and all-together

I am the rain drops who upon my windows I am, race and run

I am the clouds that brought it, I am all the elements and their made weather

Collectively, “I” a whole thing within multitudes, and yet still somehow manifested as one

That “I” am only I because “I” still tarry amidst this individualistic illusion

Until confusion of being anyone at all’s time is finally done

“I” sense it as of now, a feeling and action within the only everlasting present awareness

That which is always clean and pure and lighted, shining diamond fairness

“I” am every ingredients in every dish

“I” am every curse “I’ve” ever made, “I” am every wish

“I” am the fishermen and the boat, “I” am the water upon which it will float

“I” am the rod, the hook, bait, the net,

“I” am the one who forgets none of those, the fish

A feeling and thought, this clear awareness, about my voided brain unstoppably rattle

“I” am the horse and “I” am the rider, “I” am the field and sky and saddle.

“I” am every thought “I” take, like every spiced jar that “I” dare upon my dishes shake.

Or every feeling made purchase, and everyone “I” did and still will forsake

“I” am the fat-to-starch-to-fiber-to-meat endless battle

The balancing of flavors of all the food ever within my life’s pan whose sizzling could upon tattle

Poured over a skillet silver and red

Just like anything I ever have said

Tossed

Stirred

Shakened and flipped

Fried and

Ladled

Submitted April 19, 2023 at 03:30PM by goddamn_slutmuffin https://ift.tt/8xhn2bW