An Observation

I come to where

the weapons of my warfare

are deep breathing, unruffled calm,

unthinkable through will, but gained

in the instinctive drop

to the core of everything,

the unlabored source,

the peace that opens out infinity

The weapons of my warfare

don’t choose any of these battles,

but sink, with comfort,

to the One.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 3, 2018