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Saturday, October 31, 2009

No Chicken Soup Needed

Lemme splain... No, I don't mean I don't believe in nourishment for the soul, in terms of chicken soup symbolism. I firmly believe in daily nourishment, and for me, I prefer something like Hafiz.

And no, I don't have anything against Chicken Soup for the Soul books. I can't say I don't enjoy a heart warming syrupy recollection every now and again.

I simply mean, my soul is not sick. And it desires texture and the deepest of inquiry. When I say espresso, you say LIT UP. Here, I invite a space for acceleration on the most direct path. And I don't mean direct, as in linear. I mean a turning toward...THAT right there which most calls your attention. Yes, even that. And especially that!

But, if we're talking about actual elixirs that rev up my soul, a celery, apple, spinach, parsley, mint, ginger & lime juice will deliver a high speed sustainable ride, as opposed to the crash and burn of caffeine. While just the tiniest touch of espresso may certainly light the fire under my ass, I find caffeine aggravating to my vata tendencies, the airy and unstable constitution in Ayurvedic medicine. But, lets face it, espresso for the soul makes a better point of it.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Sweet as me

A deep aubergine curtain drops, the final act of my played out drama. Its weighing pull at peace, at once silenced by the substantial weight of this plush curtain unraveled by grace.

Luscious pile of dark quiet. Delicious quiet. FINALLY quiet.
I sense a deeper light, now heralding a new center of attention.


Two baby.blue.bird confections flutter and delight to nestle in my curled tongue. A flirtatious gust of mingling cherry blossoms streams forth from my unfurled mouth. Pink sprinkles, joyful jiggling flecks of sugar closely play in pairs atop my candy heart. Vanilla bean frozen yogurt coils a pretty pile of my intestines. Rich raspberry drizzle paints a squiggle dOt! that marks the spot.

My intent finger traces sweet lemony filling, spiraling delectable yellow labyrinths. And on, endlesssly spiraling smooth lemon lemon lemon.