I stumble around unthankful,
burdened by my petty pain,
growling like an injured beast

Is this how to approach
the presence of all being?
is this how to esteem
omnipresent Truth?

But Truth needs no approach  –
indeed,  there is no operating
outside its realm

My only agency is Love.
Does Love have pain?
My only consciousness is Mind.
Is Mind in disarray?

Quiet, then. Go to bed.
Let your peace return.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2023