when I crouch beside the blades of fire,
holding a piece of your life on a knife-tip,
I will be leaning in like a spoke to the hub-
the dense orb that is all of us.
my body like a cupped hand...
...holding your vast power, your grace
...your breath, your hairiness,...
...in the small sinews of my prayers.
some invisible dead-center
Here is Mary telling us an answer once again to THE questions: What is the meaning of life? Of death? Death is the center of us all. We are here to eat and be eaten.
I know this most strongly in the animal flesh I have eaten over a fire in the woods by gentle streams, or on a beach near ocean's black night. These waters flow into one as I take into my body the precious fish, a vow of union if ever there was. I love fish! I love to swim with them, look at them, catch them, eat them, be them. In the movie, "Lord of the Rings" when Gollum goes fishing he takes the flopping fish in his hands and prays, "my precious, my precious," and then proceeds to whack the head of a fish against a rock. Being largely vegan these days, my heart swells with joy and wonder with the thought of life as food. The trick is to see my own self as food.
On my wedding day when I gave promises to my spouse Meredith, we celebrated the union with a poem he had mostly written:
Our Whole Lives (OWL)
The owl has special wing feathers that quiet its flight,
So the prey never detects the predator.
One noiseless flap, two, and the small mammal is caught.
As out of the soul's dark night, love is suddenly there, upon us:
Talons and beak.
And turn our bodies over to the nourishment of a grander thing.
In my death, in my ego death and the seepage of my bones into the earth, is my prayer to earth and all her beings.
What foods bring meaning of life and death to you?