Saturday, June 03, 2006

Soup Revision

They rose before my Far Queue stare from filigree cloud on the thick surface hot from the pot - two inward facing profiles of serene contemplation. Turning with porcelain smiles to contemplate me and my raised spoon poised between bowl rim and pursed lip, they uttered a muse-trigger hardwired to my head - beyond image and word - that sent my mind down layered fields of circuit printed labyrinth. And would that they should sup from my fare with mouths articulated like ventriloquist dummies yet did they utter not a word. For it is with the words that we do create ourselves in images colourful and amazing for those around us to step into the light of our awareness and into the light of whose awareness we too might step. Labyrinths constructed from words do entangle. Turning left over left deft and deeper until images of beauty from thought alone constructed did expel the breath held so long in lungs forgotten, all for the purpose of cooling my homemade onion soup.


elasticwaistbandlady said...

Homemade onion soup? Exsquisite! How I love a happy ending. Are you softening up, Pisces?

littlebitofsonshine said...

to be so one with self and the air and the simpleness of the majic of breath cool you rock and role.

Pisces Iscariot said...

It's a metaphor elastic.
Thank you sonshine.

littlebitofsonshine said...

It is and was my pleasure Pisces
Be safe walk in peace allways and may we all ways have breath and clear water for life.

elasticwaistbandlady said...

That was sarcasm Pisces.

I couldn't tell the inspiration for this piece. Perhaps the classic Aesop's Fable where the devil accompanies a man and is amazed that the same breath can both heat his hands and cool his porridge? Maybe the old adage, "Talking out of both sides of his mouth"? Or, could it be the other one about somebody blowing both hot and cold air?

Whatever, I like analogies using food. Now you're speaking the language of the common man, or woman, as the case may be!