Dreaming Life

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I never could have imagined


the dream I am having now


of inhabiting a house not far from the river


where the sound of water


flows by a pebble strewn island.


A path winds from cottonwood

to scrub,


parallel to a sometimes raging torrent


down to the water’s edge,


winds over a bridge


into a cattail filled bosque,


where iris and lilies find home.


Mud swallows soar, Sandhill cranes


cry out as they pass overhead


heralding the change of seasons.


‘The peace of the wild things’


has spirited me to this place


where I am loved


for who I am.


A Gift beyond all imagining.


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