bone soup

15 Apr

making a bone broth of me

cooking tendons of need

clear down

delicious fat and richness

from my full bodiment

boiled down

caramelized shame

fire roasted shame

fig leaf soaked shame

layers

of collective legs

there, tasted in the slurp

hot from a dipping spoon

you are here

not in the soup line

but in the building nonetheless

familiar with the recipe

available for consultation

with the apprentice

master

all in one

thank you pot

and water

and flame

and thank you space

and atmosphere

in which it all can happen

and in which we all

can hear the dinner bell

now with liquid ears of

life.

 

2 Responses to “bone soup”

  1. Andrea April 15, 2019 at 2:34 pm #

    This reminds me somehow of Shel Silverstein’s poetry; for the introspective and brave spiritual explorer, rather than for a child. Clever, honest, and funny with a wink. Slurp it up!

    • marga t. April 15, 2019 at 8:24 pm #

      Oh my goodness, how are you?! Poetry schmoetry – how’s A in the west flowing into her new terrain with discoveries and change around every bend?

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