S.E. Crawford

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My therapist said to pretend.

What did she think I had been doing this whole time?

I was sitting and my mind was active;
shifting from thought to thought.
And I saw a vision of a bee zipping from flower to flower.
So busy. So on task.
And then we both stopped and sat on a flower.
It was beautiful; that flower.
Eventually we sat still long enough that we began to notice
more and more flowers. And then a whole garden.
We sat and breathed in that beautiful garden for a long time.
Until a realization came to us;
We're the garden too!