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Body Zen

Go direct to your astral being; you may need a ruler or a compass. Don’t drift off, center yourself, this is not going to be a long poem. Breathe as necessary. Know that your hands will probably always be available for high fives and fist bumps. You are not a minnow inside a whale though some days it feels like it. Your intestines are not gummy-worms though some days it feels like it. Some body parts have long Latin names, just name them all, ‘my soft bits.’ Doctors may occasionally ask you ‘where it hurts’ always point vaguely to your Zen Body, after all you’re not a Doctor. Travel serenely out into the world secure in the knowledge that you will not fall apart for several hours.

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