Everything is holy —
Fine veins along the backs of fallen leaves
The scent of fall they silently release
The light that paints in stripes and shapes
Familial closeness in a grove of trees
Every cell is holy
Each one integrated, each aware
Each breathing in this moment’s dance of knowing
Imparting, down the networks of its joining
the never-interrupted arc of care
Every breath is holy
Braiding, in its cyclical alignment
connection to the deep, pure heart of being
Each curls in currents
that thrill me alive
And every entwining
can serve to remind me to
Find the flow of it
Not let go of it
Not let go of it
till I’m whole
Find the flow of it
Not let go of it
Not let go of it
till I’m whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2012
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