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Yoda
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Posted - Aug 15 2006 : 12:27:24 PM
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There's a hidden sweetness in the stomach's emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, Every moment a new song comes out of the fire. The fog clears, and new energy makes you run up the steps in front of you. Be emptier and cry like reed instruments cry. Emptier, write secrets with the reed pen. When you are full of food and drink, Satan sits where your spirit should, An ugly metal statue instead of the Kaaba. When you fast, good habits gather like friends who want to help. Fasting is Solomon's ring. Don't give it to some illusion and lose your power, But even if you have, if you have lost all will and control, They come back when you fast, Like soldiers appearing out of the ground, pennents flying above them. A table descends to your tents, Jesus' table. Expect to see it, when you fast, This table spread with other food, better than the broth of cabbages.
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Ananda
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Posted - Sep 27 2009 : 1:48:20 PM
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thank you
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