Out of the Box Coaching and
BREAKTHROUGHS WITH THE ENNEAGRAM
, Mary R. Bast, Ph.D.
 

 

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At a Low Mass For Two Hot-Rodders

Sheeted in steel, embedded face to face,
They idle in a feelingless embrace,
The only ones at last who had the nerve
To crash head-on, not chicken out and swerve.
Inseparable, in one closed car they roll
Down the stoned aisle and on out to a hole,
Wheeled by the losers; six now shorn of beard,
Black-jacketed and glum, who also steered
Toward absolute success with total pride,
But, inches from it, felt, and turned aside.

Jonathan Holden

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