We Are What We Eat

We Are What We Eat

(i)
So much of our food is seedless;
maybe that explains our impotence.

(ii)
Living is to choose life;
the art of flowing with the winds of change,
not against or through, but one with them.
Our inner light shining with the world's light,
not making a mark in time,
but being a presence in eternity.
Reproduction, ultimate creation,
babies, ideas, love and beauty
the pregnant fruits of our existence.

But our energies, the inner light
too often are denied the frequencies of life
given only the outer fruits to live on,
seedless grapes, bananas bred sterile,
the bread of life devoid of the wheat germ.
Empty essences, barren hybrids
fuel for nothing but aberrant growth
body, mind, and spirit bearing the castrated forms of death.

Life is abandoned through the rejection of the seed;
cut off from the depths of existence, we swim in the shallows,
lost among pieces and parts, confined by externalities.
Creative potential foundering in the darkness of division,
trapped behind the many dams we build,
all our disconnected doings destined for eventual death.

(iii)
A crystal must dissolve for any changes to occur,
the latticework lines of stagnant selfhood be released and left to blur.

 

Whoa...............

I dig.

"Life is abandoned through the rejection of the seed"

I really must re-examine my diet!!!.

 

niiice. are you a vegetarian trippin?

 

I swear that that was the dumbest poem ive ever seen. Were you high when you wrote it?

 

I liked what you had to say. They are important, and often overlooked facts.

 

I am a vegetarian, yes. Thanks for the comments. Ploomp, what specifically didn't you like about it?

 

I liked the first two lines, but the rest seems forced and too explainatory. A good message, though.

 

(iii)
A crystal must dissolve for any changes to occur,
the latticework lines of stagnant selfhood be released and left to blur.


i love that. it ends the poem so strongly... I like the first two lines and the last two lines... the middle is well written and it gives your poem depth ... but the first and last lines hit the hardest.