When you’re caught in the web
and nothing makes sense
and all your moves to free yourself
just render you more tangled
You can always go within,
sink like a stone
in the gravity
of all you care about —
fall densely and deeply
into the knowing
of your essence,
the rock from whence you were hewn

When the weight of the world
holds you pinned and immobile,
inertia bearing down upon
your every motivation,
You can always reach out
and float like a feather
in the infinite affection
that holds you so tender,
your every breath
responded to
in the sweet song of being,
crooned now so softly
for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2015