Hush, hush,
Let yourself curl
in and in along the folding currents
of yourself,
in that weightless place
from whence you came,
in the inner infinite,
until you hear
a murmuring of waves
This is the song
the earth sings to herself,
in the depths of her continental shelves,
in the swinging of her tides
and the slow shifting at the molten edges
of her plates
Trees reprise it to their sleeping seeds,
in reaching roots, in weathered memories;
Winds take up its refrain
as warm air slides up sensually
as warm air slides up sensually
along the sinking bank of cool;
Rills whisper it to rivulets
which join in choruses of creeks
which fall to streams
which roar in rivers —
ever-present hum of life
reminding us
where we come from
and where we gratefully, unerringly
return.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2013
Rah, yeah! Thank you; love & feel it…