Sunshine on a Plate

The sun on the plate

and the heart from the sun

became food for me!

So, I woke up eating

light and love,

something else,

for which I found no word…

I've heard many saying

that love, reaching the stomach,

passes.

Yes, it passes. But where does it pass?

Further on.

From the stomach, into the intestine;

from the intestine into the bloodstream

(medical term for blood, but for the rhyme… you understand)

and from the stream,

into all the cells, obviously!

Ah, what great joy

that love doesn't remain in the stomach forever!

But it passes,

and, passing further on,

it comes to be present even in the cells of the little finger.

And so the Lord God

made it so that only if we eat Him

we also carry Him

not just in the emptied stomach,

but also in the eyes with which we see,

in the mind with which we think,

in the heart with which we live and love,

in the sole with which we step…

Well then, let me see all of you now who were at communion on Sunday

how you tread

knowing

that you carry God even in your little finger!

And there are still some who say:

all things pass.

Yes, they pass! But not into nothingness.

All things pass… (always) further on.

The sun on the plate

and the heart from the sun

brought Light into my cold and dark cells…

And that's how I got out of prison

directly onto a beach,

somewhere by the sea.

Eating.

Silvana Bașa

Photograph by Silvana Bașa