Turn the tumblers, one and then another
For you to enter, all must be aligned
It opens to the easy spinning
of your secret
Or to the deep discernment
of a listening mind.
Don’t settle for the superficial level
The one that opens up without a key
Where all may stroll
but none may know the meaning
For to be true, the entrance must be deep
Beneath the layer of rationalization
Beneath the tallies of the service due
Beneath self-image and self-fabrication
A more fulfilling essence waits for you
Go deep, for underneath
the thoughts that you can voice as words
You’ll feel the breath and pause
whose choice is to be heard
in silence, and in limpid images
that let you understand what really is.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2012
(music in background of recording: Isaac Shepard, “Dimming the Lights”)
Yes, yes, yes.
That's it, thank you.