My gift to myself
Each day I view anew
Each night I review.
I dream of the impossible
See the twinkling smile
as if I’m the star
Within the vast cosmos.
When I stumble on the stone
Hear the pebble crunch along
My worn path,
I pause,
Feeling the road.
The stars guide my way
Down an alley.
I feel the gift of presence
The shine of new
The smooth plane
of past.
I’m a daily dream walker
Graced with new shoes,
A clean slate to write,
A bed silk lined,
A belly filled with greens.
My gift is rising
To meet others
As I meet myself.
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