Lentils and rice

The stomach demands attention
Not willing to be abandoned
In a word of immediate gratification
The stomach will not be patient

Yet there is a need to wait
A half hour is not fatal
Time in the kitchen is not wasted
A man can face a pot of soup

The rice so familiar
The lentils so strange
Tomatoes and onions
An earthy smell and earthly colors

The meal that was traded for an inheritance
The meal that fed the worlds poor
Able to grow in the dry ground
Nourishing Humanity from before memory

So many brown stones
Smooth and hard
Bringing the goban to mind
Yet trying to remember it is food

The water boils
The rice and lentils grow soft
The taste is the same as the smell
Earthy, simple and real

The eyes see an empty field
If seeded — it would provide food for a year
Three months then harvest
The pods bursting with earthy goodness

The stomach full
The heart content with simplicity
The heart realizes that man needs little
Perhaps Esau was the wiser brother

~ by michaeldavidjay on © April 5, 2008.