On the one hand
is the audacity of thinking
I could have something to say
almost every day
But on the other hand
is the humility
of knowing everything I share
is the fruit of listening
And the listening is not even mine -
it is given in the delight of being,
by the intricate, intimate harmony
underlying everything,
declaring itself
and causing itself to be heard.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2020
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