patiently for the ritual to begin,
wrapped in her rough brown shawl,
she sits, placid, on plump haunches.
with holy water,
dressed in a robe of silver,
she enters the crucible of fire.
an hour her transformation is complete.
great cross cut deep into her belly,
is baptized with salt, sweet butter and chives.
"eat....this is my body."
copyright 2000 Dorothy Bates. Photo copyright 1998 Jeff
Bates is a poet and songwriter whose work has been published
and performed in over 60 venues including New York City's
Town Hall. She
studied at the Spiritual Science Center of New York, served
as a listener for the Spiritual
Emergence Network, and started a group for people
experiencing Kundalini activity. This poem was published
earlier on Seeker
page contains more of Dorothy's poems and a short autobiography
ancient Indian scripture talks a lot about the spiritual
implications of food, and the second-to-last verse says,
"I am food... I am the First-born of the existence!...
Prior to gods, the centre of the immortal.... I, the
food, eat him who eats food..."
page was published on May 5, 2000 and last revised on
May 13, 2000.