This morning I found
a breath like the taste of snow,
a satisfaction
down in a place
I didn’t even know I could feel,
a way all of me moves together,
a way to not be moved at all.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2023
This morning I found
a breath like the taste of snow,
a satisfaction
down in a place
I didn’t even know I could feel,
a way all of me moves together,
a way to not be moved at all.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2023
In the still, early morning,
when high fog masks
what the day might become,
in the span before colors
start to emerge from shadowed forms,
the internal song
and the heart of movement
rise up in the pre-dawn light
I must not direct this motion
lest I stifle it,
lest I frighten it away with expectations –
I can only present myself, willing,
bare feet to the floor,
and feel what happens
And the song starts up,
or maybe the movement first –
they incite each other,
and that consciousness I know of as my body
rides in the perfect harmony,
expressing, not inventing,
exploring, not directing,
making the dance its own,
knowing as it is known.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 8, 2023
Here is a dream of sweet movement,
something to find in the time
before attempted sleep,
something to bind myself to,
to embody, to walk in the steps
in which my feet rejoice
Here before lethargy paints
a bland blank wall,
let life bound up in me
and take the reins.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2020
Walk in power
for your movement comes
from a force within,
a source that’s infinite
Just like song pours out of birds,
and last night, music flowed as sweetly
from all of those who chose to share,
like dance comes up from music
needing no rehearsal,
you step forth
Your frame does not create your gait,
it only follows —
the poise, the grace, the rhythm
are in Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2019