Mittwoch, 23. November 2011
Ein einfaches Novemberpicknick auf meinem Wohnzimmerboden und dazu Gibrans Gedanken. Kürbiskernsauerteigbrot mit Oliventapenade (von My New Roots) und gekochten Randen. Frische Gurten in Algenbläter gehüllt mit Wasabisoyasauce. Und ein Zimtstern zum Dessert.
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, Speak to us of Eating and Drinking.
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the newly born of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship.
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innoncent in man.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
"By the same power that slays you, I too am slain; and I too shall be consumed.
For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."
And when you crush an apple with our teeth, say to it in your heart,
"Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyards for the winepress, say in your heart,
"I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.
"The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran