Instead she looked very hard at the woman's chin. On it was a single white hair - visible even in the heavy dusk - that closely resembled a piece of thread hanging off a scrap of fabric. The woman forgot about Rusty for a moment. "I call her Hephzibah," she said with pride. "It's taken years for her to grow.
If your mind can move mountainsand swallow gods,Why does it worry with helpless yesterdays and unborn tomorrows?If it can vomit starsand walk on split hairs,Why must it follow the samepath to despair?Everyone will tell you:'An orgasm here is just as good.
despair mind stars thoughts poem worry awareness control meditation moment path tomorrow mindfulness mind-power transcendence thinking think present today consciousness yesterday mountains gods aware orgasm kamand kamand-kojouri kojouri move meditate power-of-mind transcend thoughtfulness swallow short-poem vomit helpless unborn hairs interesting-poem