You wake up and remember
what you know —
you may have to reach for it,
coming up from dream,
batting back the thoughts
that fall on you
as you break the surface
You may have to spend more time,
may need to diligently focus,
but it comes in — new each morning,
different from yesterday,
full of its own promise
Sometimes it’s a steady fire within,
able to incinerate anything untrue,
sometimes it’s a sunrise seen afar,
overwhelming with its gift of beauty
And sometimes the old lines
of you and me, us and them,
are totally confounded
in the unity of Mind’s purpose,
working out the calculus
of universal good.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2019
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