Too often lately
my cup is nearly empty,
the three-day-old sludge
in the bottom makes me
turn my head in disgust.
But enough of this.
Enough ignoring, avoiding,
allowing the stagnant unpleasantness.
Time to reach right into that old mess,
stir it up and wipe it clean.
Time to fill the cup
to the very top
with everything that is deep and rich,
flavorful and filling,
sensual and satisfying.
Fuel for the inner fire
that burns so hot and bright
I can't look away.
Instead I'll drink it all in
and wonder:
"How can this be so good?"
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