Another art night

The picture that I drew
didn’t look like him,
and yet it somehow captured
something of his voice while reading,
something of humanity
in deeper tones than casual good will

She drew my foot –
I didn’t see her work
but my foot felt it –
all its surfaces in high alert

We took turns reading
while being drawn,
ideas and images joined the room,
different people picked them up
and held them close

Afterwards I found my affection
throwing a fond net
to draw everyone in –
these artists, their experiences,
points of view, ideals,
and the mutual respect
that holds us
bright and safe
in this salon.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 8 2023

Contact improv jam

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

Still Point

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

Word

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

Jubilee

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

Abundance

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

Contact

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