Breakfast stories …
Food satisfies and yet, there’s a kind of hunger that permeates the spirit that is insatiable. When I first watched Lin-Manuel Miranda as Hamilton, sing ‘Satisfied’, with Angelica Schuyler, I felt he was making a statement on the path to Boddichitta or the awakened mind. A dissatisfied mind is known to be constantly groping for meaning or creating a path, in a state arising, ironically out of dissatisfaction, according to Buddhist thought.
A verse of the song 'Satisfied' is as follows:
You strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied
I'm sure I don't know what you mean, you forget yourself
You're like me, I'm never satisfied
Is that right?
I've never been satisfied
Lyrics by Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton
Hamilton spends the rest of the play driven by his dissatisfaction. I remembered this at morning tea and I felt this should compel me to write something profound and philosophical but couldn’t quite get past breakfast. So here’s a poem on lemons and avocados. I think, the tart flavour of a lemon helps awaken the palate and the creamy texture of an avocado, smoothens the day.
Each sun that wafts in with dawn
stains the lemons yellow,
and leaves them pale beneath
their zesty rind for life.
Sever the citrus in sorrow
and it drips sour,
in a spark that sets you alive.
Slice morning into emerald slivers.
What green of meadows
to contemplate breakfast !
I'm famished for poems
and I string words on bread
to satiate a soul hunger.