What if that inner elixir,
that euphoria,
that quality of the peak moment
we hardly dare hope for
is just a glimpse
of our natural state,
the fullness we are made to ride on,
the flight we are designed to soar in,
the heights on which our natural home
is settled?

What if every moment
is a launching off point,
a way to get there,
and there is no pedestrian
in between
waiting for goodness
half-living state of being
in our true existence?

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2015