You are not your shopping cart
nor the objects in it,
nor the course it rolls on the ground
with its creaky clumsiness

You are not the tracks through your life
that bring you here
to the bright lights
and the high aisles
with their choices of nothingness

You are not the cage-like strictures
for which you make up your face
and hair, and clothing,
you are not the brittle, limited options
of what to be in this world

You are amazing.
And you are sovereign —
In your being
is the understanding
of how to walk free,
in your hands
the limitless richness
that comes from your source,
the infinite power to bless,
the simple end
to this atrocious farce,
the dynamo inherent in
I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2016