This is my spiritual discipline.
I give myself permission to eat
whatever is delicious.
I act my age: not even
one moment old.
with the perfect stranger.
Every morning
I breathe away the dream
and gaze inside,
smiling at the radiant mirror
of my heart.
Then I go out in the world
to embrace my seven billion lovers,
satisfying each one
with a feast of light, a taste of wine
from the barrel of foolishness.
Painting by Karen Fleschler
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