She looked at the crystal ball.
There was nothing to see in that ball of glass.
Were all the stories she heard untrue?
Those secrets could be revealed to you.
Rita knew that she must calm her mind.
There were secrets and stories she would find.
She closed her eyes in quiet meditation.
She waited for some great revelation.
As Rita’s mind sailed through time and space.
She saw the cosmos and images taking form and shape.
Every image was a symbol that had some depth and meaning.
It was as if she was watching a private screening.
Rita saw so much in that mysterious and magical crystal ball.
She saw her life, in all seasons, from summer to fall.
Rita saw all the stories in the world and people around.
She knew the meaning of life in the heavens and on the ground.
Rita always asked her mind to reveal in the crystal ball,
All good advice and wisdom from the cosmic store.
She gave good advice to every poor soul at her door.
The more she helped others, the more she was blessed.

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