The little minds may rush around,
leaving trails like worm tracks under bark,
trying to figure out
how to get the best
and how to keep away from what would harm

The one Mind never joins the frenzy.
That which fills all space
has no need to move.
That which loves infinitely
with no conditions
has no need to keep track
of wins or losses

The little minds may yearn and sigh for calm,
the calm they only find within the All-knowing
whose omnipresence circles them so fully
they let their worries and agendas go.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 20,  2021