Food is Extremely God
Some thoughts, a poem.
Date: 4/9/2006 6:09:21 PM ( 18 y ) ... viewed 856 times April 9, 06
3:59 PM
Having a fight in my head
with a man at a gathering
who wanted to tell me some rules
he practiced or had learned about
the Way of God.
I yelled in his face.
I took offense.
He hardly knew where I was coming from
or the depth of my outrage.
I likely did not know the depth of it myself.
I hate it when people tell me rules about
God, but then maybe I do the same.
Food is extremely God.
Every seed that grows is extremely God.
The celebration of balance through the way
the food is prepared and eaten is extremely God.
I have felt God in these things,
doesn't matter if you have,
they are God for me.
Godding, a woman I know uses the word
that way.
I have felt God in the embrace of another.
I felt the loss of God today when
my energy seemed to have a meltdown
and what I imagined was important
I could not move.
I felt the loss of God, the panic
seeing the female of the species,
the couples together,
the children that come out of couples,
the breathe of life missing
when the female is missing from my life.
It is easy to make of her God.
I know she is not God in my head,
but when she and I get together
God is there.
I do not imagine that evil exists
in itself. Things become evil when
we come into the garden, get kicked out,
and keep doing that over and over
as if we thrived on the agony of loss,
the despair of kicking God out.
God to find something else,
something beyond the panic
of no God.
4:07 PM
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© 2006, Leslie Goldman, Your Enchanted Gardener
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