This is not something I believe,
for to believe requires a structure of belief,
a scaffolding of many
assumptions and perceptions
wired together, bracing up each other

And here, those suppositions
are dissolved in awe
before a truth so fundamental
that nothing of the past remains

And so I wait
to see what vectors of reality
can now inform my breath,
infuse my walking
(or whatever way I move)

I wait to see
my substance now emerging —
its order timeless
but new to me.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2018