Cooking As A Rinpoche

Kitchen time is more than just body and mind.  The scent, the sights, the sounds, and of course the bursting flavors that can be birthed in this nursery are sometimes more than just an exciting reminder that one is alive and well.  The meditative aspects of cooking, and even dishes afterwards, can prove that even warm sudsy water is the best remedy for what ails an entity.  I walk through the dance in this space and find a special face.  She is a friend inside of me who cooks and cleans with me.  It is a me that I am, and a me that I can be.  I have a warm meal or a baked good, and then I work with the organizational aspects of my soul to store everything just right all wrapped up tight.  Music plays in the background and the DJ is there to be another being to rock the kazba.  Now I am faced with the challenge of shifting gifts.  People wish me to quit being me in this way, but that is not okay.  It is my freedom of expression and religion every day.  It is Constitutional, thus an inalienable right in this land.  It is time for you all to understand that curtailing the rights of even one, can kill the rights of many to the point of all if it is the wrong Rinpoche.  In this moment, I cook with the flame, thus I retard the evil that surrounds me as I am in only that moment and that moment only.  That is where the only true power lies.  I have woken the fire breathing dragon in my soul now, and she is ready to rock and roll on those who believe that they are despots free to express themselves personally and/or governmentally at this time.  Maybe the United Nations has failed, but in this moment, I fight with acts of creation peacefully, and I am not jailed.  Vie 112