Becoming one with “what we eat”
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happy crumble on lips,
brook, muttering from the beak of a kettle -
wine mixed with water -
at half-lights delicacy of the outstretched hands,
breeze of things, without a metaphor,
beautiful themselves as they are..
The Christ child in a cradle -
beautiful as HE IS..
without any metaphor.
Later, tamed by seven brothers would He cry out one day:
“No marriage, no divorce,
no temporal sequence of devotions!
No your metaphors, under which you are graved so deeply, so deadly!
Everlasting life is close. .. One living God for your Lady -
Even now, if she is still alive - In position”.
Can you see the beginning of ripples?
How vernant the Seed of Almighty One is,
softly sleeping now in an alveoli..
happy crumble on lips,
brook, muttering from the beak of a kettle -
wine mixed with water -
at half-lights delicacy of the outstretched hands,
breeze of things, without a metaphor,
beautiful themselves as they are..
The Christ child in a cradle -
beautiful as HE IS..
without any metaphor.
Later, tamed by seven brothers would He cry out one day:
“No marriage, no divorce,
no temporal sequence of devotions!
No your metaphors, under which you are graved so deeply, so deadly!
Everlasting life is close. .. One living God for your Lady -
Even now, if she is still alive - In position”.
Can you see the beginning of ripples?
How vernant the Seed of Almighty One is,
softly sleeping now in an alveoli..