The Self We ShareThirst is angry with water. Hunger bitterwith bread.The cave wants nothing to dowith the sun. This is dumb, the self-defeating way we've been. A gold mine iscalling us into its temple. Instead, webend and keep picking up rocks from theground. Every thing has a shine like gold,but we should turn to the source! Theorigin is what we truly are. I add a littlevinegar to the honey I give. The bite ofscolding makes ecstasy more familiar. Butlook, fish, you're already in the ocean:just swimming there makes you friends withglory. What are these grudges about? Youare Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cupin your grain sack and accused you of beinga thief. Now he draws you aside and says,"You are my brother. I am a prayer. You'rethe amen." We move in eternal regions, yetworry about property here. This is theprayer of each: You are the source of mylife. You separate essence from mud. Youhonor my soul. You bring rivers from themountain springs. You brighten my eyes. Thewine you offer takes me out of myself intothe self we share. Doing that is religion.