Shema

I can’t keep going through days like this,

full of the steady progress of planned projects

and the routines of pleasant obligations,

flitting through them like high clouds

marbling the sky and drifting off.

Our fathers were instructed to make a portal

(“they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes”)

— a frame to go through every morning

and every time they looked out on the world

reminding them to leave behind

any images that they’d accumulated,

anything that let them move through life on automatic

such that they might forget

to engage with that ever unfolding 

wild adventure of being.

They had a portal to remind them,

Stand in awe of the Oneness.

Our mothers knew:

“My soul doth magnify the Truth.”

This is what I am here for.

Let me remember.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 15, 2013