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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=494021" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cooking Pot</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">our cooking pot is not made of porcelain<br>or silver or gold but it is made of the mud<br>of this earth<br>hardened by time and fire and too much<br>waiting </div><div style="margin:10px 0">our patience consumed<br>our waiting had been too long about this cooking<br>pot, earthen<br>where we put all our dreams and cook them<br>like rice <br>porridge, all of our dreams<br>fired by the woods of our reminiscence<br>our longings our loneliness our daily concerns<br>our future wishes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then when the time comes to open<br>and see and smell what rice porridge is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we say we like it we say we love it<br>only to be repulsed by this visitor in the house</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'this is not cooking! This is not good! ' and he stares at us<br>and says, we need more fire, more wood, more time<br>to have the perfect porridge</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i went out unable to stand this hunger<br>unable to see what this visitor says</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is our fault we allowed him in<br>we open our doors and windows and let him sleep in our room</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as we lay on the floors and keep ourselves on the stairs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'this is too much' i said. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'he must leave this house at once' i told you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is our pot. this is our porridge. this is our cooking.<br>and we must eat. we must love what we have.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'get out of my house' i said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then i am relieved from an opression.<br>i am happier now. My pot is earthen. Its bottom is sooty black.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i am blue. And i do not really mind.<br>This is my porridge. You may take it, if you like.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q>
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or silver or gold but it is made of the mud
of this earth
hardened by time and fire and too much
waiting 

our patience consumed
our waiting had been too long about this cooking
pot, earthen
where we put al..."></div>
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