A thought like a jewel,
a jewel as a light,
a way to perceive
that renders things bright
A light to be held,
perspective to dwell in,
a sight to behold,
a place to be well in.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2023
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Weeding
My arms hold the memory
of taking big clumps of turf by the hair,
beating them against the ground or each other,
grains of dirt flying up
My eyes hold the memory
of thick webs of roots, intricate when exposed,
after I’ve beaten the dirt off
My mind takes these images,
matches them with things in my life,
tenacity, stories, things people try to explain,
it matches them up and drops them
like clumps of sod,
to be considered later.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 5, 2023
Soft
On some days
I let the soft rain
give me permission to be soft,
while the landscape fills in
with soft green,
and I do very little,
while the rivers move
under the whole ground,
pulling all water
to them and down
The soft clouds reprise their motion,
wind running through them,
their goal as drifty as my own.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 4, 2023
Mirror selves
We hold our mirrors up
and the light is here,
immediate, miraculous,
shedding truth upon our sense,
sending healing
through the depths of our transparency,
aligning us to see
we are all Soul –
our mirror selves illuminate the world.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2023
Ride
I suddenly find myself
on this strange bus,
memories and old connections
blinking through like lights through moving windows,
phantom reflections easily
plowing into the opposite lane,
and though I mostly
parse these images with no concern,
I also notice their entraining lap,
kaleidoscope of worlds
in orderly collision,
ways we see our lives
along this ride.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2023
Smoke
Wind blows smoke up the valley –
rain will take it down,
rain will take it down
This day pristine and lovely –
sullied by slag,
sullied by fire
The promises of spring –
trees leafing out,
luminous green,
the clear sky and the sun,
still here but now hooded
The wind comes from the south –
they say it will bring rain –
it may take spring back a notch
but clear the sky again.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2023
Drawing Justice
This invitation,
this curve, rendered with love,
the comfort of permission
to just be,
expressed in lyric rest
of belly, back, and hip
This line I have drawn
draws me in
to the open universe of connection,
the wild fractal infinity
that meets us
when we touch each other.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2023
I revel, I luxuriate
I revel, I luxuriate
in never needing
to be good
anymore
No need to put it by in furtive storage,
strategic hoarding
for future credit
No need to ferret out
how my accumulation
compares with others’
No need to run my banners up a mast
at chosen times, no need
to cast for accolades,
or falling short,
put on a braver face,
console myself with plans of being better
So I can smile into
the offer of the moment,
perfection given, bountiful,
for everyone together,
this being how it feels to know
there’s none good but One,
and it is ours, and we belong within.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2023
Moment
I was walking outside
in that grace-touched moment
when the warming sun suddenly
brings out all the scents –
new grass and dried flowers,
blossom and resin,
and the air is still fresh enough
to carry each scent and deliver it
like a caress, eliciting
joy like birdsong,
high and acrobatic,
everything I’m learning reprised
in the sweet awareness of presence
and the priceless importance
of everything here.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2023
Free
Consider who you are,
the strength and grace comprising you,
your power and tenacity,
your will to live
Then you can know for sure
you have no obligation
to settle any scores,
to have reactions –
don’t need to fix things
before you have the freedom
to stretch out, confident, into your being
Your integrity is your imperative
and it doesn’t wait
for vectors to align,
for others to act first.
You’re free to be completely true
to what you are. You’re free
to learn and do it every day.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2023