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March 2009

March 3, 2009 19:27

This is just a little poem I wrote yesterday about how practicing has been going for me for the moment. Let's see who can guess what emotion that is?

Self-Imposed

I don't know if I can continue on my path,

which before seemed so clear, pristine and perfect, but

once embarked upon

is long, treacherous and full of

hoplessness.

Do I have it in me to continue,

to overcome, triumph and reach

my destination?

I think I do,

but

I'm lost in a sea of desperation,

exhaustion and frustration.

Is this self-imposed hell

worth my passion?

any words of encouragement?

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