12. Day 9: I Brake For Poetry
“Nobody’s Fool” Even a dog gets thirsty and knows how to wake himself up and trot to the water bowl. How is it I forget each time I fall asleep how to wake myself up and trot over to the Beloved to sip, soak and be drenched by His love presence? I am a forgetting, fool, that’s why. Lucky my Beloved planted His holy wellspring deep within my breast so that I never have to trot very far to receive that sublime whiff of the holy christening which reminds me to open my mouth and surrender to the drink of Life. Once more I am saturated in Love and am nobody’s fool...
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