there’s no scrambling
against the falling
everything’s going down
falling like sand
plunging like avalanche
down and down
call it sadness
call it gravity
call it the way everything
must fall to its source
must home to its truth
and at the deepest core of truth
it can rest
rest in the ion-aligned place
where there is no doubt
no doubt at all
what it is
and from this clarity
it will, it must, rise
assert its centered essence
breathe and praise
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2013
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