in my being.
There is no fatalistic caving in
to something happening to me.
Nothing can “happen to me”,
for I am entirely the product
of my own thoughts
I don’t come to my being
like coming upon a house
and finding rooms and furniture inside.
These feelings, postures, habits,
were not set up by someone else,
are not dependent on some outside source
This is my house, and everything here
is my choice. And I can give it all
the tenderest of care. I can untangle it
and let it all come clear
What I fathom of my source
provides my model.
What it shows me of my essence
syncs me up with elemental joy
There is no self destruction
in my being,
for what creates me
clearly means for me to live.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2016
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