like a stream that’s found its rhythm,
gathered enough volume
to flow in silent swiftness
with only subtle murmurs
over underwater stones
I seem to be learning
through a series of reflective observations
how to distinguish who I am
from the impostor
I’m finding that I cannot be offended,
can’t be insulted or annoyed
and can’t be injured:
The “I” that’s true
gets its essence from its source
which never ceases,
and gets its impulse
not from reaction
but from the constant sustenance
of good
So things run smoothly
which before were turbulent
and what was helpless
finds the power of calm.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 13, 2017
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