Partake

Partake (Randyjw; August 16, 2018)

 

Indulge me

in an utmost joy

of temporary pleasure

Elevate me

with eloquent artistry

to escape the banality

Experience heights

of enlightened sensories

apart from the everyday

Live a lot

equally well with humility

and not solely fraught

with an overwrought decadence

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Drowning myself in gluttony with this chocolate cake and ice cream. Someone violated my sleeping space yesterday morning and stole my large sports-team duffel bag with many of my belongings. This self-treat was just what I needed to make myself feel a whole lot better!

 

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  1. I am sorry about the loss of your belongings, but chocolate cures all, doesn’t it?

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  2. Beautifully expressed, Randy. 💚 The vendor should have your work on display. Longing and satiation have their place: experiencing nothing is far worse. Ditto about your belongings.

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    • Choco-therapy works wonders. This one’s a little Entenmann’s Chocolate Fudge Iced Cake and some Ben & Jerry’s Everything But The…. What’s sad about the belongings is that they included the last of my brother’s t-shirts, and one my Mom bought for me. One of the shirts was orange with a dragon on it; I considered it my ninja warrior shirt and put it on when I felt I needed some “body armor”. It was just sentimental to me. My brother’s no longer living. I know it’s just an attitude; I can act fearless without these talismans, knowing that G-d is there to watch what goes on. Now, if needed (I know; I’m not really all that fearless), I don my Israel dog tag that my madrichot sent to me. It has my name and year of volunteer service on it.

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      • Oh, that is so sad, to lose such an important keepsake, quite apart from fearlessness tokens. One of my Buddhist teachers gave me a small pebble to keep in my pocket. The idea is simply to touch it and keep yourself grounded, in contact with the earth. He knew that I have a tendency to fly away into imagined disasters in every direction.

        I generally try to avoid chocolate therapy because once I start I can’t stop. I have almost no willpower.

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        • I just succumb. Chocolate has the greater hold.

          Thinking through scenarios to potential/possible outcomes is a good thing, but can sometimes be overdone in anxiety. But, it can be put to good use. I have to be, or see, outside, and that helps me.

          Thanks for commiserating with me on the items lost. I also lost a quarter-century year-old jacket custom made for me by a tailor in Thailand, given to me by someone. I’ve been so proud of the fact that I’ve been able to hold onto it through thick-and-thin, at least to this point. Anyways, they’re gone now. I can’t seem to be able to find a new shirt in my size, and I’m out of anti-perspirant. The misery compounds when you become grubby and unkempt in a society, especially, which so superficially passes judgement on such people.

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