my gifts
my gifts are
many
bestowed upon me
freely
most of them
not asked for
not even envisioned
a lot of them
bring joy
and some
bring pain
and all
bring wisdom
my gifts
picked carefully
just for me
by loving hands of
Our Universe
The Mother
she holds me
Gently
at heart center
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