Our Story, Their Technology

I I was walking in India's jungle (Dehra Dun) At the Himalayan foothills, alone Ten thousand years before Christ was born I spied a plant, barely a meter tall Graced with red and green fruit: "May I?" I prayed to the gods before taking or tasting Both were pungent; tears jumped to my eyes But I felt elated. With permission, took five To the village shaman, brahmin, Tulsi Das Ji After a few days, he told me "CAPSICUM!" We had discovered the anti-depressant, Chilli I thanked the gods I had not died in my science Of looking, abetting, praying, tasting, seeking Tulsi Das would make self-healing with food After growing more plants from the red seeds: He (and I) had discovered Masala, hot pepper spice For you and me. No, thanks, no royalties required II Nine thousand years ago, a mother was desperate Chatal Huyuk, was her village, in Turkey of today She walked through fields and veld, scouring all With eyes and prayers, asking Creator gods to help Find something to feed her children. She heard Him (She did not know it was YAH, the great I Am) She found herself in a field of grass, rich in amber grain She was wise to have already used barley, with stones To make flour and bread. But This was WHEAT - better bread Was ahead for all, everywhere, for she too asked no patent She, a mother, in sacrifice gave the world bread Heralding Jesus, BREAD OF HEAVEN, the manna in wilderness The Body in the Communion, to feed us inside and out. Praises!