Getting back to inner zen can take a lot after being shaken up, stirred and poured all over the floor. If my spirit is water soluable, does that mean it disappears? I used to be able to taste my successes, my triumphs and my disasters; my current work has dissolved all the differences.
Bland melanges of futility fruits only last so long. I want passion and vision and a reason for stickwithitness.
Sing zen with me, zing.
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