Here in the still quiet
I can’t hold myself down too long
For all around me
Light rises
Like steady bubbles from underwater
Like steam from morning lakes
And no darkness can be amassed
to stop it
And no denial can distract me
from the fact that it is here
Not a construct of my thinking
Nothing I, through will or thought,
can fail to see
The light is here
The only true fact of being
In all honesty
the only thing
we ever truly know.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2012
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