In the solstice silence,
everything at rest,
in the deep and settled pause,
all is at peace
We find it within,
where we are no longer waiting,
having given that up to trust –
trust that needs no brooding,
happy closed eyes of a child with a soft pillow
and a loved lullaby
This we will ride on till morning,
this we will hold through the night,
this will impel our next purposeful movement,
rising with splash in a fountain of light.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2022
Thick frost crystals after a starry night,
guests with smiles and eyes that dance with light,
a joy that seems to stream from nowhere
in every gathering of life
I strive to find the right words,
line up the meanings and the feelings
so my intent to bless may be believed,
the whole cloth of my thought received
And in this offering and its reception,
our energy is multiplied –
this is a key to ending lack,
with every need for every life supplied.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2022
The holy city
comes softly present within,
infusing my thought with chords,
showing the substance,
showing the centered poise
power and peace call their source
Of course we have always needed the infinite,
needed intelligence,
needed desire
Everything true in us
always has lived here –
to every part
the city is known,
the beauty of holiness
leads us to find it
leads us to find it home.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2022
I’m learning the ways of bread,
and it’s much like
learning the ways of people,
customary treatments and assumptions
proved far different
from what will do the best
The nuance needs attention,
and attention
is more valuable than rules,
and to have a gentle hand,
I must know what I am working with –
each moment has its own requirement,
each touch, its perfect place and time.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 15, 2022
I had a dream about
you playing with bears in the surf,
showing me a video afterwards,
the push of your hand
against the long wet fur,
a large black rock,
waves gliding in
It was affectionate
and so appropriate,
a thing to share,
a thing to be proud of you for,
salty and wet and unafraid,
riding your love like a wave.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2022
Last light, more rain,
the days pull in close,
tight cloaked around the small glow of sun
We stretch ourselves to summon more resilience,
enough imagination
to reserve some space around ourselves,
to keep the darkness at arm’s length.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2022
I’ve been here before.
This time I intend
to never leave –
I will bring this room with me
when I drive, when I ride,
when I dream, when I stride,
I will take it with me,
an enclosing sphere,
a protecting glow,
a law, a way of being –
I will walk in the blessing,
letting in teach me
to live the only truth I need to know.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2022
You may be sovereign
but you are not alone
This is the miracle of it –
how you’re equipped to love
Which shows there is relationship,
and in the spark connecting us,
there is the joy that makes us want to be,
there is the joy that makes us multiply
It’s simple, really –
follow your desire back –
you’ll see that you’re not meant to be alone,
and also that you’re not.
Companionship reveals the fact of God.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 9, 2022
In the field of calm
nothing is disturbed –
the patterns and the colors grow together,
their harmony locks in,
and the resounding hum
rises in reverberating light,
clear and true
It doesn’t matter whether my words
were right on or not,
or whether they were received –
the field itself holds the message
and imparts it
to you and me the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2022
You might be borne
by golden jet stream
to float high, in your dream,
among the canyons,
you might dream that you wake up
to find yourself snagged by brambles,
and be amused
You might trace some of those images
back to some waking moments
of the day before –
(the color of a copper beach,
a volunteer putting a brambly vine
into a pail)
The important thing is joy –
can you take it with you
through the dream and out the other side?
Are your moments kindled
to ignite more? If you need a spark,
please take one from me –
I have plenty.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2022