End-of-bike-ride note to myself while ascending the hill towards home


They stand there, your accomplishments
You’ve stacked them up from time to time
against the dark opacity of the null set
A house of cards to prop up your self-esteem
or propped up by it, a fragile lean-to
Your master’s degree, the languages you (used to) speak
your second dan in Tae Kwon Do, your job, your home
your status as a wife and mother
Don’t you know
All these things are just wisps
of what you are, seeping
into  this dreamscape
They well may fade
don’t be afraid
Their source remains infinite
Who you are has powered those
and can power many more
can make you ride royal
across the dream
and into awakening.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 3, 2011



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