See how we are connected
A chain of touch and memory
Contact invoked reverberation
Echoing and spreading
Once you touch the truth
It doesn’t matter what you brought
Your litany of limitations
All the mazes of your thought
The tuning of our oneness
Overtakes our notions of ourselves
The volume of the hum out-sounds
The drone of all mundane concerns
The secret of free energy is ours
But not to speak of
For only when it touches you can you be sure
it’s true
And then you’ll leave your whole collection
of self images
For one clear constant hit of who you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2012