One for need; one for pleasure. I rose for my morning meditation. I was so tight that I struggled to sit. I soon entered the realm of spasm - that I know all too well. I couldn't sit; hardly stand. I thought I might be in real trouble. I stood still not knowing what to do for some time. I dry heaved due to the stress and pain. In time it receded. We cannot hold onto health or wealth or anything. In retrospect, how I have struggled. Clinging, clinging, clinging... But I must take my insulin....and I want to take my pipe. Want and need....... Posted by Picasa


Rowan said…
damn....I think against better judgement I'd reach for the pipe. but, that's just me.