Hoping I hope one day I can feel peace in my bones like the five buddhas nestled in my yard, all wearing beads and holding flowers plucked from my garden: an altar just for them to nurture as they nurture me when looking in their eyes. I hope one day the stars shine on me all day long and a shooting one comes out to greet me on earth so that my biggest dream comes true and who really knows what that is when I’ve already lived so many lifetimes, seen so much. There are no longer surprises or sparks. Is this the sign of something? I hope that one day I will learn what it is.
Diana Raab, MFA, PhD, is a poet, memoirist, blogger, speaker, and award-winning author of thirteen books. Her work has been published and anthologized world-wide. She blogs for Psychology Today, The Wisdom Daily, Thrive Global and is a guest blogger for many others. Her latest book is, An Imaginary Affair: Poems Whispered to Neruda (Finishing Line Press, 2022). Visit her at: dianaraab.com.
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