I Am a Revolution

I wrote this poem on a silent retreat as I was pondering whether to complete master-level training in Reiki. I was wondering if my father, who had passed away, would approve. Though he was a minister, he and my mother did not fully understand my metaphysical side. In this meditation, I was told I would meet my highest guide. Down the path came my dad beaming, so I thought he was my highest guide. But then, he stepped aside.....

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