Chickpea to Cook *
leaps almost over the rim of the pot
where it's being boiled.
are you doing this to me?"
knocks him down with the ladle.
you try to jump out.
You think I'm torturing you.
I'm giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.
when you drank rain in the garden.
That was for this."
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.
will say to the cook,
"Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can't do this by myself.
I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens
back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention
to his driver. You're my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking."
"I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.
soul grew powerful.
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that,
and became your teacher."