There are natural ways
for things of different type to separate
The wheat from chaff with weight and agitation
The silver melting free in fervent heat
What then releases our presuppositions
that hold us stiff and stressed and isolated?
What focuses our sense of truth conditions
that home us to the joy for which we’ve waited?
A centrifuge, a tone, an ionizer
The kindled heat between caressing hands
A touch of grace that leaves us kinder, wiser
A place we feel we have the right to stand
The light that sparks and rises from connection
Illuminates our timeless, deep perfection.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2012
February 13, 2012