When I release myself and you
from all opinions about each other,
all conclusions
that cast us static
as if we could exist
in some inert condition,
some set of predilections
that could be measured
independent of
our hearts’ and minds’ engagement
When I release us
I can tell
This is the sparking we were made for,
This is the ever-new, dynamic
unpredetermined
soul-rush flight we can do
when we are not judged,
when we are free.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2014
looking here for Turtle Dance inspiration, finding it.
As it is –
leaves fall, indulgent hesitation over. Sky, shy, weeping frequently. Night’s lids droop over day’s eyes, squinting at winter.
As it is.
Stories to tell, interpreting these events?
Release all, and free your heart
to the sparking we were made for
– as it is.