I can’t talk about this
because it’s too big —
bigger than a library of books
on how to find yourself, redeem yourself,
improve . . .

I must talk about this
because it’s so big —
big as the ocean’s crinkled surface,
responsive to each eddy,
every breath of wind . . .

I touch my feet to earth.
Beyond all words, I feel
the intersection of the circles,
every pulse connected,
tracing back to where I am enfolded,
and enfold the whole —
A glimmer of the key to everything,
big enough to satisfy my soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2014