The creative mo(ve)ment

This poem come during some time at my beloved Sweet Virginia. It particularly relates to cooking but actually is a quality of the life movement and applies to any activity.


Essential in the cooking
something invisible I have found
let me in a very simple way
try to point out now.

Without form, shape, color or taste
makes itself evident.
If approached it leaves,
if watched it hides.
There is no voice to call it
just the silence in your heart.

But I know full well
that in absence of pretension
only wanting to have fun
very alert on my shoes
at the table it will come.

Try for yourself
don't fool around,
without it on your side
your pie won't have mouth.

…

It is really a quality of yourself
you see that time disappears
and is not need anymore for the measure cup.
Suddenly you is not more there…
it has been absorbed,
possessed,
by the Creative Mo(ve)ment.