We

Mine is not religion.

It is not.

Mine is not

Enlightenment.

Mine is weighty-

Like mud.

And flowers

With roots.

Mine is not striving

Or waiting to ascend-

To reach.

Mine is here, now,

Bound-

And free.

Mine is ever unfolding.

And never reaching the middle

Yet feeling the middle

Is here

In every fold.

Mine is not

Mine-

It is

We.

One Response to “We”

1. John says:

   May 12, 2009 at 8:56 pm

   Wow Kathleen, thanks! This really grabs me… love, John