Let me inhabit
the song that I am,
Let its melody course
through my limbs,
Let the deep crystal harmony
roll out its hum in me
Filling my center with bliss
With the trace taste of
dust of the high mountain rocks
washed in the snowmelt,
cleansed in its rushing fall
Telling the story
of timeless eternity,
Sending the rhythm on down,
And the soft scent of blossoms
So light and ephemeral —
Subtle insistence on living in now
Let me inhabit
the song that I am,
Learn from my heart and my bones
How I have known this for thousands of years,
How I now come to my own.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 5, 2013
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