Still looking for the state of mind
where stones will float —
where the amazing heaviness —
the weight of a soul,
the depth of my caring —
will rise up
in the equipollence
of its brilliance,
lighting up itself
and all it shines on,
resting in the presence
of what it is
and the enduring gravity
of its essence.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2016