March 17, 2009
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Roll out your memories
And chop, chop, chop them into pieces
Dusting forgetfulness and sadness on top,
Measuring an ounce of blissful ignorance.
A large cup filled to the brim with delightful days,
Several basins awash with adoration.
Boil them all under the branching sky,
Stir with a handful of dreams,
A spoon of fiery intent,
A large chunk of satisfaction.
Turn the flame low,
When the pot,
Is simmering with radiance
You are creating a Masterpiece
Bon appetit

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