Copyright (C) 2002 by L.M. Wong
ween exertions and effort we demand from ourselves.
Much as we crave to eject all stops , the flesh craves due rest. The
sword misses its scabbard. It returns to its housing when warlike
vigilance is out of place. Take rest when your being needs its
nourishment. Resume your affairs when refreshed. Thoughts dart. Senses
sharpened. Limbs have their nimbleness returned. Go fly into the arena.
Spend strength inside. When weariness gives the cue, come right back to
the lull of repose.
Good Times :
The time we had. Life's delights shared. Repartees. Jousting with and jocular bandying. They take stage and fill gaps during bouts of excruciating inactivity. Scene, scents and discerned details. Moments of climax. Instances at the apex of tension which left all ahanging on every second of charged anticipation relieved by laughter when the punch line was delivered. Unexpected turns, surprise when it caught us at the tender flank, we were stupefied. Then senses roused us to cheer the deftness of the