There is no shaking
this centered power
It goes down deeper
than I can follow
Its roots support
this soaring height
Accepting wind,
embracing flight,
Swaying in the sun in exaltation,
Singing out a constant invitation.
The channel flows
from root to crown
The surging quickness
up and down
Unseen, but felt
along the surface stillness
Radiating warmth,
exuding wellness.
There is no shaking
this centered power
It courses through me
It owns this hour
and in the tutelage of trees
I find my ground,
I hold my ease.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 16, 2013