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Poetry – The Chickpea

 The Chickpea

A Chickpea leaps almost over the rim

Of the pot

Where it is being boiled.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

The cook knocks it down with the ladle.

 

“Don’t 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.

 

Remember when you drank

Rain in the garden?

That was for this.”

 

Grace first.  Sexual pleasure,

Then a boiling new life begins,

And the Friend has something

Good to eat.

 

Eventually

The chickpea will say to the cook,

 

“Boil me some more.

Hit me with the skimming spoon.

I can’t do this by myself…

 

You’re my cook, my driver,

My way into existence.

I love your cooking.”

                                 -Rumi