Soul Kitchen

Down I go once more
into the soul kitchen
where the winter soup
is slowly cooking.
All the heartache
and worn out beliefs
of the living and long gone
simmer over a low flame
in the iron cauldron,
releasing the inedible
up the spirit flume,
melding the useful
by an ancient recipe
into what will feed
through solstice dark.



photograph by Louis MacKenzie

















Reading of “Soul Kitchen” with music by Huun-Huur-Tu.


13 Responses to “Soul Kitchen”

  1. Norm Smookler says:

    Rumi worthy. Thanks, Don

  2. Shaun Reynolds says:

    …save me a cup of that stuff please …

  3. OH ! this is perfect..concise… perfect
    Very much looking at this stew in a new light….

  4. Keith says:

    I agree.
    And iron john worthy too.

  5. Maria Frid says:

    The ancient recipe is for kindness, examination, compassion……… is written in the stars and not in stone. It delivers nutrition in the dark moments. I love the analogy, Don!

  6. Gloria says:

    It use to be called stone soup! Now just porridge as it all comes together in here and out there❤️

  7. Jamail McKinney says:

    so very subtle, beautiful and true.,Very glad you came to Oregon I remember that first time sitting outside somewhere. We both have come a very long way. Our jib is still open with plenty to do.

  8. Veronica Lim says:

    Love this poem, Don, and the accompanying music. Both feel ancient, yet NOW. Thank you.

  9. Sandy Brown Jensen says:

    BOOM! Now that’s how you do an extended metaphor!

  10. Rose Meeker says:

    This one absorbs deeply. Thank you.

  11. Sigridh says:

    You hit the nail on the head! Yes!!

  12. bill dare says:

    What a great birthday gift for this man. LU Snowy

  13. laurel cox says:

    there is a memory surfacing .The blueprint weaves as cool streams enter the heart

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