I think of sinking
to the silent place of upwelling
where the life force springs forth
inside of me

I see the soft, brown depression,
a sign of water past
but nothing there

I pause before attempting
to dig deeper —
It is not in me:

The life force comes from everywhere,
quicker than instant —
It fills me full

Clear, clear water
cold and warbling
refreshing as
presence discovered to be infinite,

Flowing me,
showing itself to be me —
liquid elation,
treble peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2015