The true image rises
maybe not because of all my efforts
but perhaps somehow related
to my attention

The true image rises
in the stillness that exists
within each moment,
where the ripples quiet
and the reflection clears

You shine it forth
to my astonishment —
This is just what I would have asked for
if I had known to

This is nothing of my invention,
nothing I could have fashioned —
This is the true image,
This is you.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2014

Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy
Photo by Julius Friedman