In small steps
my body starts to learn
The only thing that holds it back
is fear
Though fear would say
it holds the path of safety
on which, if I walked far enough,
I would arrive,
In fact, that path will never
get me anywhere but dead
and leaving it
I find myself alive
My only body
is me, embodied,
the bold and present evidence
of Spirit’s being —
It is not shackled,
It does not yearn towards death
but bounds forth fresh,
deep joy receiving.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 23, 2014
photo by Heather Mulhern
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