Uncontained

Though I often see myself as a container,

I am not a container, nor yet

an essence contained

I try to see myself

as the response to a wish,

an answer to a summons,

that which is awakened when the dream ends

I try to feel how my being

rises to the touch of the moment,

thrilled consequence of Life’s desire to be

Thus uncontained, my presence serves the infinite,

collecting nothing but not empty —

free.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 16, 2018