In moments of seclusion, I considered
a life unbound by any secrets,
so not depending
on strings of tension and release for its excitement,
but rather, wedded to the infinite,
cleaving to the swift extending Spirit,
feeling the rush and sparkle  of its fine awareness,
unimagined opening of eyes
in moving
from realms of atmosphere
into the realm of sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 18, 2023