The Zen of Amen

My car has gas in it today. And in sub zero weather she started the moment I asked. My eyes could see the key's. My feet could work the pedals. I was leaving to purchase supplies that were needed with money I had, to bring home to the home that I live in.
My thoughts noticed all of these blessings. And understood well All the infinite blessings that made up the moment that held me knee deep in my thoughts.
The word Zen is a cloak for deep Peace.
And Amen testifies to the Truth that it's already so....all my "please's" turn into my "thank you's" ....wherever I go.

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