I come to where
the weapons of my warfare
are deep breathing, unruffled calm,
unthinkable through will, but gained
in the instinctive drop
to the core of everything,
the unlabored source,
the peace that opens out infinity

The weapons of my warfare
don’t choose any of these battles,
but sink, with comfort,
to the One.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2018