Every last worry can leave —
they can dissipate
like soft fizzy bubbles
rising from your head
You can feel a great stillness
after they’re gone,
a pool of limpid water
full of sky
So you taste the depth,
the vast expanse
of that which you reflect
and you begin to sense
your purpose
This is like
sweet rising chords
endlessly echoing,
touching the fundamental frequency
of earth’s lowest tones,
completing the circle
of Life’s timeless song.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2015
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