You Should Really Keep Me Around
"In the gloom the gold gathers the light against it." --Ezra Pound
"God is fully known only thru love, which accepts everything." --Hafiz
With me you get raw grain, not sacramental wafer.
I definitely won't melt on your tongue; you really
gotta chew to get me down! There's no winnowing
process, editorial filter, or the polishing of time,
restraint, or inhibition. Having lost everything, I don't
even have a reputation to protect. So with the occasional
kernel you get lots of husk, grit, crunchy bugs, and
even the coupled writhing of earthworms
(tantrically dual-gendered, by the way).
You may contrast me with Yogani, who paints with broad sunlit
brushstrokes, good for everyone. I am his bookend -- the dark
to the light: a burnt Valentine, buried ashes, a shadow
that lies beneath the earth. Yogani helps you develop your
spiritual love and I test it. Can you open to even
this... this mess... of me? Well, as you've seen,
even your distant shocked silence is enough to
encourage me to shoot up my own food for thought --
enigmatic cognitive edibles -- dewy and succulent with hope
if not merit. Children frequently encounter and
browse on me in their digging, and, like little Krishna, return home
with grimy faces. Do they know something you've
forgotten? Perhaps you should reacquire the taste...
Hey, I can really be quite good for you! Lots of fiber
and minerals, to start with. So come get dirty with
me! You'll poop papyrus scrolls that floss you
clean as a whistle, plus you'll fart like a bunny
with the fresh scent of clover! Now, who
wouldn't want all that?
Or at least go barefoot so we can snuggle up more intimate:
..........The soul to the soil thru the sole
.......the spiritus to the talus thru the callus
...................ahh, the suchness!
Yup, that's me there,
the fecundity that lies below. So let me lighten
your journey and add a spring and mossy
depth to your vision-quest steps! And let's not
stop at that. Come down to my level -- yes,
way, way down, and let the Night weep me from Her
darkness, out in a lotioned flow in which we may blissful
swim and drift towards the dawn! Then yawn and stretch
and uncurl your toes, my Fawn, for it's time for a
bit of pavane dream and teaspoon-paired sleep. But please
wait to wash your henna-bright feet, as I've grown quite
fond of your Nile-grown cotton sheets!
--Ananda T.