Gazing, gazing at the sea of green grass, each blade growing in an unknowable symmetry. She had to assume it based on what she had learned in her 44 years. In another time, in another wish, she had been somewhere else, which was something (she assumed). What she carried with her here, now, she attempted to dismantle & present in part because she knew it was her purpose, a purpose, and partly because she had a continuos hope to be useful. She swirled her spoon in her coffee, lifted it to her lips and took a big gulp. Made her smile every time. Made some mental notes, then some physical ones, then closed her eyes to open herself & dream. Ok, to see first. The globe. The creatures on it, and men & women. Negative things happening currently, yes. Well then. She imagined the hughes of those scenarios dimming, the lights of each soul involved growing brighter, exposing the illusion, negativities breaking apart and falling around each shining new body, new person, new destiny. She thought about her favorite Jenny Holzer, form of: tshirt- "IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FILLED WITH JOY". Yes, this was the only way to survive wasn't it? World peace, every soul, everyone? She blinked inside, then her eyes blinked open. Cat eyes blinked back expecting breakfast, or something else interesting. "After enlightenment, chop wood & carry water". Or feed pets, as the case may be. Intention set, unexpected arrival of joy a much appreciated happy accident, and now there was physicality to attend to. Maybe just one poem, though, before the usual fight.. Roll a four Feet on the floor What could be coming Will never abhor A moment of kindness (It's a moment not wasted) Love's machinations Multiply tasted Whence comes the challenge Whence comes the grief Often annoying But never a thief Remember my darling In all of these callings The rivers are flowing Your life is a crowning The glories you know of The glories you don't Leave it to angels Let the goat go
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