This dream has no power
to make decisions,
This dream
holds no tricks
up its sleeve,
This dream has no mind
to chain a link of cause, effect  –
This dream holds no destiny

All.the dips and turns I see
which in another frame
I could call fate
are just the subtle tippings
of myriad beliefs  –
there is no law on which they operate

What holds us steady,
what guides us on our course,
what gives us every meaning,
every sense of purpose,
shines through from realms
we only sometimes glimpse  –
the riddle of the infinite unseen.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 1, 2021