Vertical World 14 “My Best Present for Mama: I cooked her Mushroom Canapé.” Poem written in the Cosmic Kitchen of “Le Cordon Bleu”. Dedicated to my Mama A Mushroom Canapé wanted to go out of my heart and for many years it lodged there longing to be free. I did not want to allow it to do so and I told it severely: “Stay there inside me where nobody is going to see you.” A Mushroom Canapé wanted to escape, but I threw those ingots of gold at it, and covered it with a very inflated ego and with seven tons of self-importance, so that it was all very badly seasoned. Then a lot of shame came – it settled down and it did not leave anymore – but that shame was worthier than the old one. Nobody realized that the canapé was there inside me, wanting to go out desperately. I never let it do so until a short time ago. The canapé wanted me to feel my vulnerability! The mushrooms wished that I were free! The cream, the thyme and the pepper all wanted me first to love myself! Yes! There was a Mushroom Canapé that for years wanted to go out of my heart, but I thought that I was so clever and so I cooked it for myself without looking at myself in the mirror. A Mushroom Canapé was always there, weeping and waiting for me to set it free so that I get to my more radical liberation. I pushed it downwards, suppressing it all. I did not let its perfumes escape, nor release any of its magic flavours. And the two of us slept together like this – The Mushroom Canapé and I – for a lot of years…almost a whole lifetime. Until some hours ago when everything changed incredibly! Today I have cooked canapés for all of them. Thousands for all those children and I could not stop doing it anymore because of my happiness and its ecstasy. I prepared a lot for my friends, and also for my friends’ friends. I have just cooked millions of canapés for the whole world, without discriminating, and also for France and its famous “Le Cordon Bleu” School. Ah ...and now I am preparing a Mushroom Canapé for God! Do you know what? The ones who eat it are happy, the ones who try it are alive, they hug more, they caress more, and they kiss a lot…and much else besides. The ones who taste it write love poems, they start practicing Tantra, they allow themselves to be vulnerable, they dance for joy until they drop, and they have no more inner struggle. The ones who feel its perfume are not afraid anymore, their past disappears, and they already love life, they already love laughter and, of course, the ones who eat it with love speak with God. I ate one a moment ago and I shared it with Mama, and we both burst out laughing at that stupid prison guard. I invite you … do you want to try it? Enrique
Posted on: Thu, 11 Dec 2014 11:43:16 +0000
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