You, pancakes with egg and bacon in
between; you, double espresso from Carmo de Minas; you, delicious
bolo de fubá
with crunchy, sugary crust on top; you, shot of sparkling water: my
belly is your Heaven, for I see you for the energy you are. Let me
bow my head over you and pray, and my prayer will be a contract to
use the energy you give me to do Good. Your destiny is a gesture of
kindness; a timely moment of self-restraint; a smile; that hidden
extra effort that I put into Loving Life and my Fellow Human Beings
will come from the energy that each of you provide me with now, at
breakfast.
So
worry not, oh food of Foods, oh energy of Energy, oh cooperative
vibrations of the celestial orchestra grouped in your respective forms like the drums, strings, and
trumpets at the gates of the Kingdom! See that my teeth are the Pearly
Gates and my body is the karma burning furnace in which your
tastiness, your Love, will know both an End and a Beginning, and that you
shall be dispatched, post-haste, through Acts directed at the King of
Kings, the God of Gods, as flowers of celebration at the wedding of
opposing houses from which the Prince of Peace will be born.
Amen.
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