I sat in a wide circle
Of eighteen great souls
Artists scientists explorers thinkers
Who wanted to see what is really there
And in my imagination
Went around and stood
In front of each one and said
I would like to be you
If you would let me
I would like to share
Your deepest longings
And the things that trouble you
Because I feel certain
Somewhere in all of you
I will find my lost self
But in the morning I woke
With a dream of several deer
Emerging from the edge of a woods
Who seeing me rather
Than running off lay down
Peacefully in the tall grass
And invited me to join them
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