Here is my love
that doesn’t cling
that doesn’t slide around its objects
to the dark side
that doesn’t grasp
that doesn’t weigh them down
or take up residence within their forms
as jealousy, possession
Here is my love
that must stay love
— all light —
illuming and infusing everything
and never changing —
Light as these wing tips
poised on the edge of that taut span
that masters flight,
poised to guide my actions
in the nuance
of the sweet embrace
of all that shimmers
and all that waits to shine.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2014
Stunning Wendy. Oh so beautiful and succinct. Each phrase is so true.
My love, light as these wingtips poised on the edge………..to guide my actions in the nuance of the sweet embrace…….of all that shimmers and all that waits to shine.
OMG and WOW, your writing is so very real and quick to the point. It is so helpful to all of us. Thanks with love, Carol
Yay Carol! So lovely to here from you, so glad your comment made it through. And thank you!
with love,
Wendy
Lovely!