Origins & Roots

The bread was changed by breaking.
Seven loaves torn became countless pieces.
Pieces dissolved in four thousand mouths.
Transformed into energy enough.
Still they did not see.

Jesus turned to a blind man: 
Can you see anything?

(The man, who had only known things by touch;
child’s cheek smooth, pliable as a plum, 
his own face carved into rivulets 
of skin, a texture kin to bark,
his limbs like brittle branches.)

He answered Jesus: I can see people,
but they look like trees walking.

When Jesus touched his eyes, 

the man saw mingling
light & heat & water
The green, yeast-like, bloom of life 
He looked intently,saw everything clearly, 
we are ocean & bread & tree.

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