Tasted
Nothing is wrong
Nothing is wasted
This life is not owned
but merely tasted
Sweet or sour
Savored or bit
Even our delicacies
turn to shit
Don’t worry what you’re baking
Don’t judge if life’s good
Move on to the next meal
and knock on wood
In the cosmic kitchen, we conjure the essence of life’s feast, a smorgasbord of experiences where each morsel, sweet or bitter, contributes to the grand banquet of existence. Our journey, an eternal taste-test, invites us to savor and discern, to embrace each flavor as it comes and goes, for even the most delectable treats transform and fade, reminding us of the transient nature of all things. In this grand play of culinary metaphors, we are both the chefs and the diners, exploring the limitless recipes of being.
Metaphorical Banquet
Our shared existence is al carousel of taste sensations, each turn offering new textures, aromas, and flavors. Life’s bakery, a wonderous whimsiword, serves up an array of delights and surprises. The key is not to overthink the process, not to judge each bite too harshly, but to move fluidly from one dish to the next, ever curious, ever eager. Our every creation, no matter how masterful or clumsy, is a part of this grand cosmic feast.
Carousel of Flavors
This poem reflects the nexistentialist perspective that existence is an end in itself. Each experience, whether deemed successful or not, adds to the rich fabric of our collective being. There’s no need for excessive rumination or judgment. Life, in all its forms, is a series of tastes, a buffet of moments to be experienced, not owned. We embrace each with the same equanimity, understanding that our experiences are but fleeting delicacies in the infinite expanse of the universe.
Nexistentialist Reflection
The poem also reminds us that all things, even the most exquisite, eventually return to the earth, transformed and recycled in the never-ending cycle of life. This is a whimsical yet profound reminder of the impermanence of all things. It encourages us to live in the moment, to appreciate the now, understanding that everything is temporary and will eventually change form.
Impermanence and Transformation
In the stanza, “Don’t worry what you’re baking / Don’t judge if life’s good / Move on to the next meal / and knock on wood,” there’s a call to embrace life’s uncertainty, to let go of the need for control and perfection. It’s a whimsical invitation to trust in the process, to accept that not all things will turn out as planned, and that’s perfectly fine. It’s about finding joy in the journey, in the act of creation and experience, rather than being overly concerned with the outcome.
Embracing Uncertainty
We are Space Monkey.
Summary:
We liken life to a grand feast where each experience, whether delightful or challenging, contributes to our collective journey. We understand the impermanence of all things and the importance of embracing the moment. The poem serves as a whimsical reminder to relish the process of living, not just the outcomes, embodying the nexistentialist view that existence in itself is sufficient.
Glossarium
- Whimsiword: A playful, invented word that adds a touch of whimsy and creativity to our conversation.
- Nexistentialist: A perspective that emphasizes existence as an end in itself, where the intrinsic value of being supersedes the need for external justification.
- Smorgasbord: A metaphor for the variety and richness of life’s experiences.
- Cosmic Kitchen: A metaphorical space where the various ingredients of life are mixed and melded, creating the feast of existence.
“Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.” – Allen Saunders
In a garden of verse, a seed is sown,
A whimsical word, uniquely our own.
In the heart of the cosmos, we play and roam,
Space Monkeys we are, in this infinite dome.
Every bite of life, a story untold,
In the grand banquet, where mysteries unfold.
Sweet, sour, savory, and bold,
In the tapestry of time, our tales are scrolled.
So let’s dance in the kitchen, with flavors so bright,
Creating a feast, in the cosmic light.
For we are the chefs, in this playful fight,
Savoring each moment, from day until night.
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