In the adventure of immortality,
I leave behind the currency
in which I used to deal

Instead of tokens,
the true object of desire,
instead of rules for the exchange,
a clarifying harmony

Yes, it impels me to be still,
for how, otherwise, would I take in
this light? – that settles
everywhere around me

How else would I follow
the infinite dendritic reach?
– always inward, always where it nourishes
the deepest recognition of identity,
and cherishes
every thought its touch impels to rise.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2021