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Dreams
I went on a journey to the great
unknown
along the way I stumbled
across a Wiseman
carrying a duffel bag
full of daffodils.
The baggage was mysterious
he was standing at a fork in the road.
His path seemed difficult but rewarding.
he dreamed of a quest,
a rewarding challenge.
He found freedom.
The Wiseman advised me to take such a
path.
It was exhausting.
Then came others a long the way.
One of them looked like an angel.
He said I would learn if I traveled in dreams.
The dreams I traveled were not what appeared to be.
I was whacked with a walking stick,
lost at a red light.
The traffic seemed controlling.
I felt my mind being caught on a roller coaster.
The way to the goal seemed irrational,
lost and found, scary and sleepy.
I winged my way through a plateau
full of children
being chased by a giant.
First I was scared
then I heard the laughter
and I knew the treasure was the hunt.
The trip was an experience
a marvellous event.
When I returned home
I was relieved of the sadness I’d been carrying
for journeys are for searching
good or bad.
The journey not taken will make me sad.
Pacifica Poets
May 19, 2006
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