Mother’s Chili

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Nothing to me – is so lovely
as a bowl of chili my mother made me.
But now I feel sorry
and filled with doubt;
wondering wistful –
what I’m about?
Studying history
Buddism; pain.
Farming meat and suffering.

I’m sorry Mom, I miss your food;
but as a man now, I must choose.
Compassion is in me as I try to digest
a diet void of the greedy machine.
Still some fish but much more green
servings remain in my memory:

Nothing as lovely as my mother’s chili.

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Hi, I’m Andrew, but I go by TweakUnique. I looove spreading smiles from cheek to cheek. Daylight moves us as morning passes we all get up off to our tasks with a new tomorrow dividing our time; imagine, would you? Less sorrow this time? That’s my dream and waking habit - follow the steps and then we’ll have it. Place your bets step with science develop plans with confidence. We move together whether we like it or not. Shared air is shared weather, or have you forgot? Trash you dish is trash you’ll eat - what goes around comes around. Gravity. The way we walk is by falling just a little; if you wanna fly high dive into BIG riddles. Practice morally communally in mind. Creativity unravels unrest. It unwinds.