No Measuring Up
Now I make time
to peel potatoes, wash lettuce,
and boil beets, to scrub floors,
clean sinks and empty trash.
Absorbed in the everyday,
I find time to unbind, unwind,
to invite whole body, mind,
breath, thought, and wild impulse
to join, to wallow in the task.
No time lost thinking
that somewhere else is better.
No time lost imagining
getting more elsewhere,
No way to tell this moment
does not measure up.
Hand me the spatula:
now is the time to taste what is!
Speaking of time spent in the kitchen, I broke my all time record last
week for this year and made it to 100+ pure love hours, cooking for a
group of 30 beautiful people. First time ever at Organico, we had such
big group, even made new tables and benches, bought new plates and
cups...and it was really stressful and rewarding at the same time. The
group loved the food and even mentioned to come back for two weeks
next year, so I am really happy. Now, I would like to focus on having
vegans, doing cooking classes for them and exploring spiritual
creativity with Maria. So far, all my dreams came true in Montezuma,
so it's only a matter of time... That said, the timer is beeping, time
to check the bread for tomorrow's burgers.
2 comments:
At the end of the day, what really matter is how happy you are....
This is a great poem. Who is Edward Esse and where might I find other poems by him?
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