Like Water

I let my being stream

like water through a net,

I let my being rest

like water in a pool.

There’s nothing to hang up on

and nothing to defend,

there is no need for perturbation

True, there may be pebbles cast,

there may be large rocks

and woody springs,

there may be turbulence within the flow,

there may be eddies, there may be dams

But that which keeps welling up

still bears the character

of its source, remains tributary

to that which calls it forth,

retains its essence

in every place it’s found,

unchanging as it moves throughout the ground.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 1, 2017