What's the point of all that spiritual practice if you're not cool, sport a gentle smile, and carry a butterfly on your shoulder?
What's the point of all that spiritual practice if you don't play tenor sax in your underwear surrounded by adoring friends?
What's the point of all that spiritual practice if your love can't be fierce and fun?
What's the point of all that spiritual practice if you don't ceaselessly return to this breath and know it as your first breath, return to this moment and know that you have just been born?
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