Dietary Discourse

“We can’t digest what

you’ve been feeding us,” my belly says.

“You mean you don’t find fear, worry, distrust,

  angst, and anger appetizing?” my mind asks.

They laugh together, belly and mind,

as I breathe deeply and relax.

Consciousness expands.

                                                                                       JDG

 

 

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