The transformation in practice 1

I’ve washed this bowl a thousand times before,


A common,

insignificant

ordinary,

bowl.



I’ve washed this bowl a thousand times before,

a dirty,

grimy,

slimy

bowl,

full of cereal, rice, peas, sauce,

at times a symbol of oppression, a woman’s lot.


I’ve washed this bowl a thousand times before,

A bowl soiled with questions,

misguided thoughts

angst, loss, self-deprecation.


And now, after my Transformation,

I wash this bowl again

a chore done quickly, efficiently,

a small step to accomplishing a more important goal.


I wash this bowl this morning and baptize it with soap

And through the washing see IT

A simple, round, small, durable, bowl.


A bowl, free of its past,

Empty, without meaning, clean,

A bowl now Free to Gleam.