Sometimes I think
these currents
that run through me
have their own direction
Move along the lines
of some higher physics
Great coursings of
a cosmic gravity
I neither originated
nor comprehended
till their sweep
pulled me into some deep purpose
drawing me along its will
And if I find that will becomes my own
It’s no surprise —
Such fulfillment,
such subsuming satisfaction
is not a thing that I could manufacture
When it rises
how could I resist?
—Sacred initiation into all that is.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2012
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