I’m not so sure I understand the being food part of this poem (I suppose it means in the sense of feeding other people’s artistic needs as well as splitting a sandwich) but since I’ve heard it in a class and discovered it has appeared on blogs such as this one – I thought I’d share it with you:

To be of the Earth is to know:

the restlessness of being a seed,

the darkness of being planted,

the struggle toward the light,

the pain of growth into the light,

the joy of bursting and bearing fruit,

the love of being food for someone,

the scattering of your seeds,

the decay of the seasons,

the mystery of death,

and the miracle of birth.

  from Earth Prayers, by John Soos