Guided Meditation
Dream a gift, they said.
Ok, I replied.
I closed my eyes,
tried to let the river take me,
hoping for something rare and rich
to rise up out of the mist.
Some received crystals,
a fountain, a key,
a fistful of stars, an acorn;
in my hand only
a scrap of paper,
one way permission
to ride,
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