Visions

The man said he saw himself as paint

spread out over the landscape,

he saw himself as if dissolved

but didn’t care

I saw myself as the hills themselves,

and the trees on them, thrusting into sky,

I saw myself as flight itself, as song glide,

comprising all the realm my consciousness could span

I saw myself known, in the sharing of space

with others as vast and as free,

I saw myself knowing them

sweetly and intimately

When we come back with these visions,

what shall we do? How shall we live

in these things that we know to be true?

— Live in the vision, live from the vision,

bring it more clearly in view.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 16, 2018