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"I stand upon the seashore. A ship at my side
spreads her white sails to the
morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and
watch her until at length she
hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea
and sky mingle together.
Then someone at my side exclaims, “There, she's
gone!” Gone where?
Gone from my sight, that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she
ever was.
Her diminished size is in me, not her.
And just at that moment when someone at my side
says ‘There, she's gone’.
There are other eyes watching her arrival, and other
voices ready to take up the glad shout,"
“Here she comes!”
A poem by Unknown origin printed once by Bishop Brent
Rebecca Anne LoCicero
I LOVE YOU!
HELLO TO YOU...MY PEEPS !
My Favorite Poem Ever!!!

Chickpea to Cook
A chickpea leaps almost over the rim of the pot
where it's being boiled.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
The cook knocks him down with the ladle.
"Don't you try to jump out.
You think I'm torturing you.
I'm giving you flavor,
so you can mix with spices and rice
and be the lovely vitality of a human being.
Remember when you drank rain in the garden.
That was for this."
Grace first. Sexual pleasure,
then a boiling new life begins,
and the Friend has something good to eat.
Eventually the chickpea
will say to the cook,
"Boil me some more.
Hit me with the skimming spoon.
I can't do this by myself.

I'm like an elephant that dreams of gardens
back in Hindustan and doesn't pay attention
to his driver. You're my cook, my driver,
my way into existence. I love your cooking."
The cook says,
"I was once like you,
fresh from the ground. Then I boiled in time,
and boiled in the body, two fierce boilings.
My animal soul grew powerful.
I controlled it with practices,
and boiled some more, and boiled
once beyond that,
and became your teacher."
Rumi.