I leave behind the currency
in which I used to deal
Instead of tokens,
the true object of desire,
instead of rules for the exchange,
a clarifying harmony
Yes, it impels me to be still,
for how, otherwise, would I take in
this light? - that settles
everywhere around me
How else would I follow
the infinite dendritic reach?
- always inward, always where it nourishes
the deepest recognition of identity,
and cherishes
every thought its touch impels to rise.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2021
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