They wake up to fearlessness
amazed by the weight of it,
or is it weightlessness?
— subtle perfection of balance
allowing their hands
to move with precision
accomplishing everything deftly
They wake up to fearlessness
awed by the sound of it,
or is it silence? — the absence
of voices predicting their downfall,
the chorus of joy at their presence
They wake up to fearlessness
one more time — they imagine
never forgetting again
the full-hearted peace
where no demons can even
occur to them — everything given
to bliss.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2019
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