s p i c e. o f. l i f e  

Who is this looking through the eyes

That belong to this mass of matter

Viewing through this point of view?

Who is beholding

Who has the beauty

When does it differ

Why is the spice variety?

Surely like a skilled chef;

There are many ingredients

That are blessed into the dish each different but the spices to marinate remain the same…

How is it we chose the

Fear, hate, blame

When we should rather

Awe in splendour

That each go into the same

Oven yet some exit well done, rare and in between.

Surely you see

The same world

That the eyes

Belonging to this

Mass of matter; controlled by who knows


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