The beautiful poetry of food! Thank you always Silver PoetX
Next time you stand with an egg in your hand,
stop time and look.
Run your fingers over cool skin,
take in shape of the immaculate.
Hold it to your cheek, close your eyes, let it rest on your lips, taste it
Feel love clearly now.
When it comes time to crack the shell
tap with your ears,
and let the soft tapping in.
Let the sound of the shell cracking, resonate in your heart and in your soul.
Hear love’s words, do not miss a thing.
The message is for you.
Watch the contents fall,
into bowl or cup,
the nourishing life source.
Do not sway from the moment,
this is your yellow and your soft white spilling.
Take time to revel in perfection.
See Love’s offering,
in pliable receptivity,
in unbridled innocence.
With fingers or fork,
swirl through the centre of of…
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