Sunday, December 26, 2010

Ode to small mysteries.

I cannot tell you how the universe began
Something from nothing I don't understand.
How we have come from that day to this
Is there reason for us to exist?

Metal and fire meet with water to start creation
Salt, as if lifeblood itself animates this little sea
The lowly roots up from the darkness
and simple beings thicken the broth,
Essential oils mix in the bubbling stew of organic matter
combining in a sacred balance
to create a unique world of life.
The soup is almost ready.

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