A friend said to me the other day, “What if trees could only see their trunks? That would be like us - we see such a small part of what we are, when we look at our bodies.” Something like that. It got me thinking, long and deeply, about what else there is of me, and how I might learn to see it.
Looking Further
Stand still and breathe
and let yourself expand
along the outer reaches of yourself
beyond your skin
The part that flies up into trees
and soars among the birds
and reaches to the feelings of another
intrepid kindness knitting souls together
You’ll find new life in moving
in the part that dances in the waves
that glint afar across the bay
You’ll kindle someones’ distant spark of hope
open in joy for having been there
to witness someone’s song-filled, fledgling flight
This is part of you
more so than bones
more present than your pulse
The part that knows
and guides
and glows.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 12, 2011
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