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Poem: Soul Chicken Soup— Slicing up the onions/ Her unwholesome stream of words/ Beating and frothing up the eggs/How could he!/How could he!
She entered the kitchen
Picked up the knife
With a storm brewing inside
Her voluble eyes tearing-tears
Slicing up the onions
Her unwholesome stream of words
Beating and frothing up the eggs
How could he!
How could he!
Running on and on inside of her
When suddenly a
Crash of thunder from the skies
Breaks her trance, shakes her up
And, the repeated lightning bolts
Softens her, as she sighs away
The first word she utters
After a long pause
‘This is not how I’d
Choose to live my life
This is not how I
Prepare my soul’s chicken soup
What is it that I am
Feeding my life-force with?
What is it that I am
Nourishing my spirit with?’
She utters her last
‘No, No, No’
As she steps back
Side to side
Leaves chanting hymns
Trying to enliven the battered soul
Coming through her kitchen window
She suddenly felt an invisible hug with
Words of reassurance coming from within
In her ears
Darling, be present!
All that you’re feeling
Make a healthy choice
And spring up
All that happened is past now
Allow yourself to focus on the present
She needs closure
And bursts into tears — of release, of letting go
And affirms out loud in a gurgling voice
‘I approve of my feelings’
‘I reclaim my powers right now’
And very consciously
She keeps re-affirming
Not letting her mind drift to the past
She slips into
The ear-splitting discord occasionally
Becomes her anchor
Bringing her back
In the present
She grooves into the
Ceaseless rhythm of
Slicing, shredding, spreading
In the kitchen that turned cosmic
Her voice winning the match with
Her weaker inner voice, unswerving,
She renews her body, spirit and soul
Fresh, Wafting aromas of
Chicken soup, baked beans,
And French toast
She had internalized her lesson
‘The power of
The present moment’
She has forgiven her
Partner in silence
She has forgiven herself too
Also, in silence
He comes up from behind
Softly humming ‘sorries’
Turning towards him
A big, wide beautiful smile
Reaching up to her puffed eyes
Her pure and calmed soul smiles.
Looking at each other lovingly
They renew their vow of respect for each other
With his hands around her waist,
He presses an assuring interlocking kiss
On her trembling lips
The chicken soup is really ready now
To satiate their souls.
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