our undiluted truth,
though we may settle, in the flash of time,
for something that reminds us of it
(a homonym, perhaps, or some non-fitting,
but still tempting, rhyme)
We put on what we do,
we try to realize ourselves.
When we fail, our truth,
though covered up, still gleams
(like coals in ash, which still have power
to ignite another fire)
None of what we posture
can make us any better,
none of how we fail
can make us any worse -
our truth - each one unique,
all of a kind,
will find us in the unity of Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2023
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