Your house doesn’t matter,
Nor even (or especially)
the coral construct you have built
from all your interactions,
all your habits of relating,
all your skills (or lack thereof)
Your living self is found
in the act of darting out
from that hard castle,
making the bold or resolute
(or kind, compassionate)
leap into the space outside your fortress
That’s where you find love,
that’s the compellingly lovable
essence of you,
irresistible, sensitized, delicious —
That is the truth of you
that really feels,
that loves, that heals —
That is your gift, your soul,
your worth.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 201
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