(All life, every encounter, each moment, pleasant, unpleasant, “pure” or “impure,” may be transformed into a spiritual event. All life is tantra.)
Early evening.
Empty house.
I hear nothing
but the smooth separation
of snow pea from stem,
knife rolling against board
in rhythm,
and the low hum of the refrigerator.
Among the small piles of vegetables,
onions, mushrooms, garlic,
and a small hill of fish,
I discern origin from end.
All to become a meal
designed for how it will feel on the fork,
attract the eye,
appeal to the soul,
sustain the body.
Another day, another meal,
and
I am grateful
for the destruction and death
which precedes creation.
Adam Byrn Tritt 
Craig R. Smith
August 24, 2012 at 9:14 AM
Most excellent.
tiffany
August 26, 2012 at 8:58 AM
beautiful adam….. :]
indigobunting
August 28, 2012 at 5:20 PM
Ooooo…nice.