Writing amidst blessings is bleeding without wounds. Blow a tin whistle or talk to your uncle. If contentment is enlightenment, then a cow is Buddha. Ecstasy may have to sweep the floor tomorrow and hate it. Joy works long and lightly.
Life is a backwards meal.
We are born with a full plate, getting the dessert first, and we end it with the broccoli and woody asparagus. The difference between an evangelist and an egotist has yet to be discovered. Gambling dies a little every time somebody throws away an unopened letter from Publisher's Clearing House. Like a dog chasing its tail, I struggle toward peace. Prayer is a boy throwing his ball at the moon and hitting it.