A peaceful evening,
and strains of immortality,
in song and image,
gather round me

Much there is to reconsider  –
all the nets I used to try to weave,
fall apart, unable to enclose
the substance I am finding here

So I proceed in hushed stillness,
keep letting fall my former definitions,
endeavor to embody this new knowing
that shows us infinite, at one, and free.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2023