meat is heat – far beyond the rhyme’s sake
it’s the kinship of flesh assimilating flesh – a fate continuum
meat is the power of calm
we love it
this pacific state of the soul
the equilibrium that is so resilient and resistant to upheaval
marbled and marveled with fat
its carrier bones cartilages are ligaments of your spine
your character… or not
they are your ties to what is real
be accepting of the hard contours
and aware of porosity
the skin this amazing jacket that holds so much in common with us
is the interface ready to open up
for the curious and those with guts
to phenomenal riches of softness
share it responsibly
meaning: respond to its benevolence
its genuine drive to support life
Over a year ago I shared my feelings about a truly wholesome food provision that I believe humanity would be best advised to quickly transition towards and practice. It is a means of nourishing ourselves and the earth reciprocally, with ahimsa in mind, artisanry in our hands and symbiontic sensitivity in our actions. I called it symbiontic food provision.
I find this concept to provide solid grounds for sanity (i.e. mental hygiene) and to be an ever more urgent way of relating to our food from roots to feathers, leaves to hooves, water to milk.
The reason of its imminence being not only its eminence in purity, but the mitigating role it can play, by example, in the face of a food discourse in the ecologically concerned strata of society, which discourse, as time goes by, paradoxically and unfortunately becomes increasingly more distanced from nature.
My observation is that in our modern, western type welfare societies, there is a palpable trend towards acquiring petophilia. It’s my own word creation to label a mental-sentimental framework by which more and more of us, already successfully estranged, disconnected from nature and its – erroneously regarded as rogue – power flows, we reduce, and by doing so dumb animate nature down to our animal friends. Most of them four-legged pets on leashes, leads, harnesses and reins. Some two-legged, in which case they are caged. (Although, it disturbs me how many children are on harnesses as well.) A naive, urban anthropomorphization even of this extremely thin connection to the other than human existence many of us are left with. Left with by choice, that is.
Well, animate nature doesn’t seem to enjoy being physical and sentimental captive of our follies. We must learn to distance ourselves from the subject (object) of our love. Out of respect towards the loved one.
We need to meet the carrot and the meat at their own equal dignity. Unifying in love with nature and its bounty is a simultaneous spiritual letting go and absorption. It’s a pulse.