Author Archives: Wendy

This kind of silence

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Silence is allowed  –
it is the bed that all sound falls to –
stream bed, dream bed,
forest seep, leaf sleep

Silence lets things spread and sink,
sift and thin, ever in

It sounds like time,
and everything that can be lost and found,
it sounds like possibility,
it is the backdrop
for the first emergence
of what will grow,
the last breath
of what has gone to rest

This kind of silence
gives birth to music,
and remains its fast companion,
its dearest friend.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 15, 2023

Balance

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(for my sister, biking philosopher)

A long sleep with deep dreams
delivered me, rested, into the day –
threads of companionship,
trailing along into the dark morning,
accompanied my tasks,
their happiness settling things
into a balance, where a breath
can set things in motion,
where they still move
according to their multiple connections,
and still remain, more so than when in stillness,
exactly what they are.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 13, 2023

I guess

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I guess it’s better
that there’s no one here
to aid and abet my righteous sense of hurt,
no one to be an echo chamber,
magnifying what I say,
making these perspectives seem
to come from everywhere,
no one to give me comfort
in standing in a false place

So i have no choice
but to let that picture fall away,
no choice but to let my feet
reach deep into truth
and anchor there.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 12, 2023

Reconsider

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These patterns  – shards from a broken dome,
sharp edges of shattered expectations,
point to places ripe for change

This problem was never
as contiguous as I thought,
and my habitual reaction
is not the only way to be

I reconsider  –
no need to be soft and cut and sobbing,
no need to bleed, waiting to be saved,
that which can shatter
has never been the truth,
that which is helpless
has never actually been me.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2023

Musings

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I know there’s so much more to consciousness
than what I use each day …
If I could meet you
on some one of these other planes,
if we could converse,
perhaps by taste,
perhaps by sending some essence
through each other’s systems
(which would be like talking,
just in another mode)
what you could let me know
would still be part of the great knowing
we all have access to anyway,
but something unique about your spark
would give me the same elation
as if you were
more conventionally
here.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2023

This afternoon

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It was a time of sun and wind
and frog song,
and winter water on the land,
and color all the brighter
for the mostly muted season

Ravens overhead were unconcerned
who heard their family raucousness –
they, too, sent heart-lift,
joy of life and flight,
span of blue sky,
float of clouds,
rain-washed freshness of the day,
tokens of the hope that guides our way.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 8, 2023

Water ways

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Oh, Love, show me the way,
not just the broad, idealistic way,
not just the platitudes

Show me the myriad, immediate,
tiny water ways,
the present way to seep,
to move with love
in every aspect of my thought  –
my first impression, my next conclusion,
my pre-perception outlook …

How I take in and include
all the children of Your world,
all of the moments,
all the patterns that I name,
their dance and music

Show me the way
where service is the path of joy
and joy the path of service  –
however slow or fast I go,
let me move with love.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2023

Water table

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The water that came as rain
has seeped down from the hills
to settle in the grass,
ankle deep along the channels
where it seeks its way
towards even lower ground

Which made me think: Truth
is like a high water table,
right here, coming up through the grass
of our life’s particularities,
not possible to overlook,
or to fear it doesn’t cover
whatever needs it,
as it brings the depth of sky
to every situation –
effortless abundance.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2023

One Good

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Nobody’s taken a package home,
no one has grabbed it
to call their own,
nobody owns it and nobody lacks –
No
good
but
One

And there’s no measure for the infinite,
and there’s no soul in which it doesn’t fit –
the good we pull up in ourselves
flows without end –
this is true for all of us
and everything that lives.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 4, 2023

Good day

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Satisfaction  – good work,
good time spent, good place,
rain coming after outside tasks were done,
rain-framed coziness
bestowing time to read,
gratitude felt all around the edges
of my attention,
less for all this beauty and comfort
than for the underpinnings which hold us safe
and guide us steadily
in the direction of our hope.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2023