You look out of your window, and realize something is growing in the garden of your vision and when you take a closer look you notice they are small mushrooms of loneliness. Popping out in the garden even if you never planted them. Fungi are like that, they move through this world in mysterious ways, they were planted here many moons before you learned your name. Don’t worry, they are not poisonous, they are safe, I have tried them myself.
Pick a few of them, hold them close to your chest, sing them a little song that you have known for many years, and then make something with them, take them in. Don’t surrender these tiny gifts of life so easily, they are good for you. For me, I like to sauté them with some butter and beer and add them to some pasta with olive oil and fresh herbs… a glass of cold white is what I like to have on the side. With a tender voice I say farewell to my small mushrooms of loneliness as I eat them. Then with a satisfied belly I thank them and all the other loneliness that pops in my life in many forms.
Sometimes to let go of something, first you ought to hold them close to your chest.. sometimes you need to eat them… It takes time to realize that even the darkness is a gift. I need to remind myself that darkness is the cup which holds the light, the same way dark universe holds our sun.
I love you,
I am glad I exist.
Peyman
Washington, D.C.
4.11.17
One Poem At A Time 