In an instant
a little shift,
a subtle softening of focus
opened up my sight
and light slid out
through the minute spaces
between the bricks
of what I saw as
people’s constructs of themselves —
It overwhelmed my previous projections
(why they were there, what they
might mean to me, what I surmised
they thought of me and of themselves)
One light.
Our souls.
no other agenda
could have any weight,
no different plans or paths
could hide
what brought us all
to this now,
and what, in unexpected fulfillment,
we would each take home.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 7, 2014
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