Every one of these structures
is a place of refuge, a thing
cobbled together against the void,
the glass-crushing nothingness
of rejection. For fear that we’d
implode and shatter,
we have built these forms —
so many of them,
in such different modes
And if we knew there is no void,
no vacuum, we could walk free.
We wouldn’t be attached
to all those convoluted rules,
those strange behaviors
If we knew the Allness
covers all of us,
we would be united.
And we would know we’re safe,
and be at peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2019
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