I was searching a lot with many fast cars. Many beautiful cars. All with their keys hanging invitingly. Which car? Which path? A bird flew overhead and showed me through her eyes that all the cars and all the paths were mine. The paths were lines with trees which I knew were my friends to keep me on track. She flew higher and showed me all the paths lead to peace and the service of love.
Many fast cars
Many beautiful fast cars
Cars take me on paths
Which path?
Which beautiful path?
Why not many paths?
I can take them all but carefully and one at an time.
They are all connected and allow me to move from one to the next and back again. 
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