Old Woman

Hello space~ Just wanted to share some thoughts. I was listening to the Polyphonic Spree, making "champorado," and hanging with some loved ones and I just wanted to capture the moment through these words... so enjoy.

In this
Kitchen
I'm an
Old woman
Sifting through
Ingredients as
They awaken in
The hypnotic dance of
Cooking
A freestlye because
It is life
Life
Is a
Freestyle
Moments coming alive
Unfolding into
Time
What is
Time but
What we remember from
Before
Timelessness the
Letting go of
Life
Knowing that
Our hope is
But a seed that
Grows into
Written verb
A window
Sparking
New creations
New verbs in
Our book of
Spices
Take this
Food
Our life-blood
As we walk through
This journey
We can
Ride it with
A full belly