I’m practicing
this way to be small,
to be nimble:
to leave behind me any armature
that could be jousted at, could topple
(divest myself of it whenever it is sparred with
or whenever it kicks up the urge to spar)
to leave behind me any burdens,
any worries,
to ask the big question
that wipes them all away
and so define myself
not as a big structure
but as a small point of light,
one that grows brighter
the more that it reflects.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2020
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