In the most intimate place
where all the entrances are so small
most sensors don’t pick them up

In the most secret place
which you have fiercely guarded,
sensing the precious essence
that lies within…

If you touch that smallest place
you tap your power,
for concentrated there
you find infinity

And what is infinite
will always well up,
an eternal spring –
ever-renewing,
and therefore always pure

You will never fear,
once you have understood
what dwells most small, 
most intimate, within.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2021