Leveling

Ah — I must try this more often —

leading with the parts of me

that have no words —

the bubble of my inner level,

the shared weight of contact,

the gravity of presence.

So blind it is of me

to lead with words and concepts

when what is needed is the simple clasp,

the resonance, the holding.

Let me surrender

to the constant liquid flow

that makes us equal

at each moment of connection.

Let me relinquish

everything I think I know,

everything I think I am

for the wordless oneness

in the timeless balance

of life’s unending dance.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 14, 2013