Monday, June 9, 2003

Eat yourself holy

I am food, I am food, I am food! I am the eater of food, I am the eater of food, I am the eater of food! I am the poet, I am the poet, I am the poet! I am the first-born of the cosmic order. Before the devas I was in the centre of all that is immortal. He who gives me away, he alone preserves me: him who eats food, I eat as food.
Taittriya Upanishad, 10.6

Wholeheartedness is the soul of the yoga road to nirvana. It doesn't really matter what you do, but you have to care about it.
I don't know whether words that were written two, three thousand years ago can truly apply to today - we like to believe we've transcended history, etc, but isn't it true? Isn't it something that makes us ache? We've hollowed out our lives so much that when we are struck we sound like the bell tolling for...

Well, what is it we've lost? I struggle for the word for it. I grasp around. I call it "soul", sometimes, and then sometimes "heart". As I write this I can hear the Gap ad - the Madonna jeans ad that uses "Get into the groove", and all I know is what it isn't. Madonna eats and is never eaten. Get into the groove - you're missing out - a joyous cry to be part of something. And what should we be part of today?