Good Friends and Good Food….

You, my Friends 

Are the leaven in my bread
the cream in my coffee
 the salt on my rice

You raise my up when I have been pounded flat and lifeless by constant need
and make me stretch myself
only with with you, can I rise above the boundaries of  this clay container I am placed in
You lighten the blackness
Make smooth the bitter taste
Transforming to delicious awakening
the dark and unpalatable cup I would deign pass

You are the crystal and savory stimulation
That makes this most common and basic life, delicious. 

I am so lucky to have the friends I do,
i do not deserve you
But I am grateful for the gift