There is no inner circle
of those who know the secret
There is no outer darkness
worrying the edges of the light
There is no us and them
No “ninety-nine percent,” no “one”
No unconverted, unevolved, benighted:
If anyone’s enlightened,
not one is blighted
Our ears know how to hear the clear tone,
to filter out the static
Our eyes know how to see what’s real
Our hands know how to touch it
And every goodness we can own
must then be owned by everyone
shared by our hearts
which always seek each other.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012