kitchens can be a distraction

[Guest guest]

Just the tip of the ice-berg lettuce, huh?

Keep in mind that there will be an exam posted at 3PM Friday, and you

will be expected to account for the entire text of your submission.

Omissions of important data, including inventory of kitchen

implements (to be categorized by shape, not usage!) and vegetables

(categorized by color, not shape or flavor) will result in mandatory

deductions from your final score.

Those unable to complete the Souffle of Dada sprinkled with Cosmic

Corn and daffodils will not be allowed to receive full credit for

this class or be allowed to enroll in the advanced class on Soul Food

and bisque art.

You have been warned...

Namaste,

Zenbob

[Guest guest]

Whatever.

Whatever it is,

i sure can't figure it out today.

 

Thinking a peach might be nice to eat,

to taste that sticky sweet thing, oh the juice!

i went into the kitchen

for just that pleasure of a peach,

but, wouldn't you just know it,

there were muave, asparagus binding, rubber bands,

and they were lying around on the table,

and my God, they were so beautiful!

 

So exquistely purple-like, and pretty,

and so God-like a color they seemed to breathe.

 

Gee whiz! gosh, golly God, what's with this,

with all these things that BREATHE?

 

So shaking my head in amazement, i went further,

i walked a bit deeper into that kitchen

into that Tabernacle of Bliss that was so beckoning.

 

A kitchen for God's Sake!

it's a fucking kitchen with vegetable ties!

 

it's a kitchen with pots and pans, and, and,

Oh God, not again, not again!

 

The kitchen memory begins to spin me in.

 

And i am really not Anywhere, all over again,

just in a spin, a reeling spin,

a spinnning into God and You,

and this Love that makes me more insane,

obviously so, more flipped out than ever.

 

So thinking i would forego the peach

for something more easily contained, and consumed,

i opened up a crisper drawer to see what i could see.

 

What a mistake, or a blessing or a curse,

or something really BIG, REALLY, really. it was huge.

 

That square of glass and porcelein began to sing!

 

it sang about the color of the pepper, so red there,

and it sang about the happiness of carrots so orange,

and then it sang like a field of broccoli

being, well, just being wonderful broccoli,

and an orchard of apples who had just grown wings,

of that great wonder it began to sing and sing!

 

Of course this all sounds like a big fat lie,

a real whopper, a whale of tale to big to choke down.

 

i'm pretty sure i might have said something like,

"Get real!" Get real to anyone who made that claim.

 

Ah, but that's the fun of it all,

the fun, the utter fun of this,

that Beloved and i both know these things are real,

and like Hafiz knew too, when he said

that God was a pregnant man,

a very, very preganant man with a hairy belly,

i say that fridges can sing songs of Love!

 

He reminded me and you, and everybody of this,

and Hafiz knew that, of course!

 

Of course God can do things like that!

 

So this little ditty-bit of a wild claim,

it's just the tip of the ice-berg, i assure you.

 

There are some things so completely weirded-out and crazy,

i might as well be telling you that i am God,

and i am here to take You!

 

Would You believe that?

 

Would You believe that I am the Most Beautiful,

the Most Exquistely formed Beloved One,

and Yes! Yes, I am here to take You Home with Me!

 

Oh man, is it ever fabulous to just be known as crazy!

 

Anything you say or do is always held as a possiblity,

a maybe probability of perhaps these things happening,

to You, and them, and the whole entire world might see the fridge,

might hear the refridgerator singing to them,

singing like a Madman when they go for a peach,

or a a vegetable bin friend for din-din. Ha!

 

Gotta, You just gotta Love it!

 

Love,

Mazie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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