Let your peace return,
spiral inward, homing
There is no perturbation
that can mar its coming
In your internal quiet
the steady pulsing
has never ceased
This reassertion of itself
it does with ease
Outside, the winds may buffet you
May tease along your furls
Try to unravel you
Surge, hiss, seethe
Set you flapping, fraying
Worry at the edges of your poise
But underneath
The currents run their course
untouched by surface winds
And the soft voice
that’s anchored in the truth
of who you are
is still here
is still here
and it will spread its deep calm
in strong and tranquil rays
across your sphere.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2012
(Picture: Wind bowl, Jennifer McCurdy. Photo by Gary Mirando)