There isn't a state of not loving.
I hold this compass up
against confusing thought scapes,
the maze tight corridors
through which my sights
for so long have been channeled
I will learn this lesson
from all who know it -
from trees, and from grasses,
and from anyone
who with humility and wonder
has plied their art for long enough
to make it be their teacher
We live in knowing
and we live in love
and in their practice
we will make the net
that heals the world.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2022
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