No point in sitting around, waiting around,
hoping to be loved.
Am I not love? Am I not able, therefore,
to love fully and freely,
and bring all that joy
abundantly home?
No point in checking daily, hourly,
for signs of approbation.
The affirmation of my worth
comes from the fount that springs up,
constantly, from my essence. In the allness
and the oneness of infinity,
there is no place but here,
and here and now
is where I am celebrated,
as are we all.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2016
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