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creative writing, nature, poem, poems, poetry, spirituality, visions
i was the girl who experienced a vision
and waited for another that never came
i was the girl who avoided gurus and
castaneda-style manipulators
but still wondered
were they on to something
i was the girl who read omens
in the mundane moments of a day
and sought direction in the random cascade
but that was long ago
now i am the girl who watches light
slide across rooftops in the late afternoon
who listens to the broad open leaves of oaks
as they slap against the pavement when they fall
who drifts with the clouds on a morning walk
seeking no direction at all