This Moment
Nourish the Moment--
for it will give you what you need.
After your hands are muddy,
and your back is sore,
let the aftermath fill your spirit
with what is sacred.
Thank the Moment,
for its gift of presence
its powerfully sweet pulp
that has sanctified love
into dust,
still scintillating in the air.
Savor this sensation:
it is Success.
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