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Hummus

written by: Charlie Bottle

@CharlieBottle

 

This creamy hummus,
contains the unattainable dreams,
of thousands of chickpeas,
olives, garlic cloves,
and sesame seeds.
the dreams of being alive,
and feeling the sunlight,
on one's self, and the fruits and seeds,
while wicking raindrops,
and nourishment from the Earth.
the dreams of undanced wind dances,
and of all unborn flowers,
of never being hosts to birds,
butterflies and bees.
It is the paradox of inexistence,
to not exist, yet to exist in you for a while,
obscurely, in your cell walls,
in your unawareness of yourself.

You stretch your hand across the table,
scooping hummus with a piece of khubz,
the bells on your bracelets jingle,
as your hand draws to your lips,
watching in silence, he says “Kadosh” thrice,
praising, the one who makes all possible.
life, and life that gives life,
that gives life, that gives life.
while, receivers become givers,
and givers receivers,
ordinately dancing together,
in the inordinate dance of life.
The temple builder rebuilds,
daily, the temple he dwells in,
keeping pristine,
the temple of his Love.

Shalom! Sulh-e-kul! Salaam! Peace! Shanti!
May the one who provides for all sustain you,
May his goodness and love find, and nourish you,
May his mercy fill and sanctify you,
and may his blessings flow through you.
As the sun shines on all,
May his love shine on and through you.
May your countenance reflect the joy of the Lord,
Like the dew may it transform our world,
A world awakening from the darkness of hatred and sin,
In a peaceful world where mankind as family dwells within.
Amen! Amen! And Amen!

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.
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