Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Naught But The Sap

Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking." And he said: Would that you could live on the fragerance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light. But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship, And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many. When you kill a beast say to him in your heart, "By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand. Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."

-Kahlil Gibran


Blogger DarcC said...

That is a gorgeous sentiment, perfectly expressed. Thank you for sharing it.

May 20, 2014 at 9:06 AM  
Blogger Alison said...

Jenna, I just wrote my own essay on killing to eat, and couldn't help but think of you when I was done. Don't know if you have time to read random blog posts, but I'd love you to see this: http://amusebouchee.blogspot.com/2014/05/not-for-faint-of-heart.html

It's got your fingerprints all over it.

May 20, 2014 at 10:40 AM  
Blogger Maggie in Tally said...

I loved 'The Prophet'.

May 20, 2014 at 12:58 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Needed this a few weeks back when we sent the surplus roosters to freezer camp; so apropos. And poignant.

May 20, 2014 at 6:19 PM  

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