Much can be built on this,
a smile, a look of adoration,
holding of hands, a cuddle
Indeed, all substance
can be contained here –
so much value poured
into each moment of connection
We may make grand plans
for the tiniest sip of it,
while simple acceptance
is enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 6 2023
This is my permission,
this is the open door,
this is the touch of welcome –
hand touch, eye touch
We step beyond the steps,
beyond technique, beyond the thinking –
we toss our touch like pups,
we play like babies
Impulse shadows impulse,
roll follows roll,
one secret link allows us all to be connected,
hand to hand, foot to foot,
lean to lean –
we are each other’s rest, also incitement
lift to lift, spin to spin, flow to flow,
contact leads us
to our common Soul.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2023
A place you might choose
to be by yourself,
a place of quiet, and of soaring
feasts for the eyes,
a place you might be still
until you feel
the source streams that connect you –
how their energy
holds you up straight,
gives you the power to move
You shift into
deeper awareness of their constancy,
how you can move now
strongly and with certainty
No step alone
but fully in the flowing
of this dynamic life
which is your being,
and why you’re here.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2023
The words are all here,
the ones that make clear
what we are, what we see,
what we know
The truth is right here,
it ever leads us
to drop assumptions,
see things new
I paint the word, the truth,
on what I see –
the land becomes my illustration –
its wide upsweep, the trees atop it –
I rest my eyes here
and feel at peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2023
As people remember world shaking events, and ask each other “where were you at the time?”
so they are saying, one to another,
“what was it like for you?”
in the dawning of this, the Jubilee
But no one has loudspeakers, gathering crowds
for orations and punditry here – instead
it is like the quiet chime
of a tuning fork, and all the strings,
(one within each of us)
clear in their closeness, majestic
in their joining,
vibrate their accord
and the following harmonies,
on and on, the diapason
ringing into the stillness
of bright fresh morning.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2023
After the sun has gone,
trees share their secrets –
luminescence garnered from the day,
green growth that rustled in the wind
now still
In this between time before the crickets,
they offer depth and height and silence –
qualities for us to borrow
when we have need.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2023
All through the garden
the hum of the buzzing
holds the space,
keeps a little distance,
bids me take care
And though I can’t enter
the temple of bumblebees,
I can bear witness
to the golden celebration,
each member replete
with their bright offering –
sun, flower, bee.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2023
Summer yields abundance –
the daily vegetables,
the daily herbs,
the daily use of them
The wide swing of the day before me,
the wind that bends these trees,
day after day,
and cools the house
The slow build now
of what will yield later –
in shade, in fruit,
in magnanimity
All these things breathe
as one, they join hands
in their common purpose,
they knit together to show us all
how we can do it,
how we are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2023
We’ve seen analogies for this –
as a concept, it’s not strange,
but to experience the touch,
the sudden influx of awareness,
the connection with the infinite
that lights us up with power and reveals
the web of which we all are members,
that gives us access to each other
and to all that we aspire to –
that is something much more than electrifying –
it is understanding, it’s illumination,
it’s fulfillment, it’s identity,
it’s home.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2023
The main relearning in all of this
is who I am –
many other facts follow:
the presence of the infinite
and how it feeds me,
the way that “me” refocuses
from thing that casts a shadow
to the light between,
so I no longer
deal haplessly in consequences,
but instead
ride the universal chords of now.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2023