We keep shedding ourselves —
layers and layers
of what we thought was so important
fall like sheathes,
like petals,
like pollen,
and we keep rising from within —
the same impulse
keeps creating us,
new as this morning’s contact
with the silvered sun,
timeless as recognition.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2015
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