The Egg

 

Next time you stand with an egg in your hand,

stop time and look.

Run your fingers over cool skin,

take in shape of the immaculate.

Hold it to your cheek, close your eyes, let it rest on your lips, taste it

Feel love clearly now.

When it comes time to crack the shell

tap with your ears,

and let the soft tapping in.

Let the sound of the shell cracking, resonate in your heart and in your soul.

Hear love’s words, do not miss a thing.

The message is for you.

Watch the contents fall,

into bowl or cup,

oh love,

the nourishing life source.

Do not sway from the moment,

this is your yellow and your soft white spilling.

Take time to revel in perfection.

See Love’s offering,

in pliable receptivity,

no regret,

in unbridled innocence.

With fingers or fork,

swirl through the centre of of pure consciousness,

meld the gold with clarity and feel unity enter you.

This moment is yours.

Create a dish of spectacular delight, each ingredient, singing!

Allow the harmony of  exquisite universe to bring light to your kitchen and your soul.

And when you place the culinary masterpiece onto table, spend a silver moment.

Connect with every being that stands here with you.

Give thanks to the world for participating in this meal,

from farmers to sun,

the wholesalers and the boy who cleaned the chicken coop.

Remember the man who fixed the tractor and the girl who sowed the seeds that fed the chickens.

Thank the hen who delivered the egg.

Spread your blessings and swim the LOVE that came to birth this moment.

The oxygen magnificent of All That Is,

the egg, the hand that held the egg.

And when food touches tongue,

know that without YOU this moment could never be.

52 thoughts on “The Egg”

  1. Ahhhhhhhhh. I was just speaking to someone about this place of community for the ‘unique’. Us crafters. We support each other and feel like we belong somewhere. Yes. Each one touching. Having a share. Some, more than others. But all vital. Xo

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  2. This is magnificent! I adore the presence of mind you share so eloquently, to be present and appreciate each moment, our food, the chicken. I love chickens and only buy organic free-range (until I can get my own hens for my backyard!). Honestly dear poet, these words swirl in my heart like the fork on the plate, tugging at me to remain ever mindful. Blessings and love to you for sharing!! Hugs, Gina

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  3. This reminds me of an image that came to mind this morning of a mother holding her newborn to her chest for him/her to feel her skin and the baby felt comfort from that touch. I wondered if that’s not what everyone needs these days? Especially with this technology, to feel love like that again?
    This is a great poem. Food ought to be taken mindfully. Fast food just doesn’t make sense.

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    1. I also think we need to be more mindful with our food, conscious awareness increases receptivity nutritionally and spiritually and emotionally…. i am sure of it, at least with me… thank you for the story xx

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  4. Dear Silver Poet, you words fill me with joy. It is a privilege to share this space with you for but a short time. You are no stranger to award nominations I’m sure, but here’s another one to add to your list.
    I nominated you as a ‘Thought provoking’ blog (which hardly does your work justice!). See the post here (http://leroywatson4.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/riding-effortlessly-nominated-a-thought-provoking-blog/).
    I just hope that this brings more people to your silvery corner where you work your word web and spread your cape love. Happiness and light, leeX

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  5. PS – I have re-blogged this wonderful poem on our food blog. It captures the essence of food and why it is important to not only our bodies, but as an experience and sustainence for the soul. Ive also just bought some duck eggs from my neighbour, which are looking at me, basking in all their glory! I will grace them with a omlette. Peace and light.

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  6. Ah! Deliberation and great presence – but impolite is nevertheless unapologetic! (reference to Nightingale Rapture)
    Thank-you!

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