by Paulann Petersen, from The Wild Awake. © Confluence Press, 2002.
Pale gold and crumbling with crust
mottled dark, almost bronze,
pieces of honeycomb lie on a plate.
Flecked with the pale paper
of hive, their hexagonal cells
leak into the deepening pool
2. A letter from a body
By KELLY BLISS "If your goal is to change me,
Then your efforts are bound for resistance.
But if your goal would be to love me …
by Andrea Cohen. Published in Orion Magazine, July/August 2012.
In the minute it took
to fetch the blue bowl
from the kitchen
to pick the just-ripe
4. Cherry Tomatoes
by Anne Higgins, from At the Year's Elbow. © Mellen Poetry Press, 2000arperCollins Publishers, 1995.
Suddenly it is August again, so hot,
I sit on the ground
in the garden of Carmel,
picking ripe cherry tomatoes
and eating them.
5. Come Back
by THICH NHAT HANH With your mindful breathing,
practice touching the Earth deeply.
Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet,
as if you are massaging the Earth with each step.
6. Food is Essential
Food is essential.
Food is life.
Food is fun.
Food is a gift for some.
7. Roaring, Raging Hunger
By Ansa Smit
Roaring, raging Hunger.
Swallowing me Whole.
Sometimes she whispers silence-turn this Ache to Gold
i tremble, laugh-i shudder-
knee deep in the mud
Hunger drums my heartbeat. Hunger flesh and blood.
8. St. Francis and the sow
By GALWAY KINNELL The bud
stands for all things,
even those things that don't flower,
for everything flowers, from within, of self-blessing;
9. The Guest House
Say I Am You: Poetry Interspersed with Stories of Rumi and Shams, Translated by John Moyne and Coleman Barks, Maypop, 1994.
This being human is a guest-house
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
10. The welcoming path
by THICH NHAT HANH The empty path welcomes you,
fragrant with grass and little flowers,
the path paved withpaddy fields
still bearing the marks of your childhood
and the fragrance of mother's hand.
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