Rice

The water boils the water boils and the hard grains in the seething mass in the closure of a hot orbit grow dizzy the heavy weight of the burning spin falls upon the heart the water foams the mass boils over the outer wall of the glowing pot fills with vague shapes of sticking with vague shapes of burning, of melting. The water boils and the hard grains in ceaseless motion forget the shape of their solid stillness. They lengthen softly in the hand of the strainer and drink in the colours of saffron. Fire blossoms on the bare tray the paisley blossoms on the empty cloth the flower blossoms redbud on the breast of the snow ...