Equilibrium

Let your peace return,

spiral inward, homing

There is no perturbation

that can mar its coming

In your internal quiet

the steady pulsing

has never ceased

This reassertion of itself

it does with ease

Outside, the winds may buffet you

May tease along your furls

Try to unravel you

Surge, hiss, seethe

Set you flapping, fraying

Worry at the edges of your poise

But underneath

The currents run their course

untouched by surface winds

And the soft voice

that’s anchored in the truth

of who you are
is still here

and it will spread its deep calm

in strong and tranquil rays

across your sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 22, 2012

(Picture: Wind bowl, Jennifer McCurdy.  Photo by Gary Mirando)