just the skin-light touch of Life
as it invites you to dance,
the lean and press and pull and spin,
the upward push of air under your wings
No pressure
just the clasp of Love’s embrace,
supernally content with who you are right now
There is no need for pressure —
you leap forward
on the lift of your imperative,
on the joy of opportunity,
on the sweet soaring ride
of being you.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 2, 2017
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