The Wishes

And I long to give and give
to give them away
to have them printed and
read all the wisdom
I am fed by their
brightening fire.  I long
to share these things
I see and hear -
they should not be
lined-up in my folders
for my eyes exclusively -
they are meant to be
disseminated, to be
sent out there to
stand or fail in
others' eyes and hands
to show the pleasure
and the pain of life's
riches.  I long to throw them
at you to help you
see through the disguise
that is perpetrated
on us - that life
has a plan for you
writ large in your own
face if you would just
see the signposts, see
the wood's shape
and not the
trees.  I wish you
good decisions 
in all your lost places.

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