These leaps of life we make,
innocent as sky,
reach to the heart of who we are,
and we are pleasing
to anyone who sees us,
we are pleasing
in the interwoven dance of Life,
we are pleasing to what sparks within us,
and we are pleasing
to our source.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2022
The early morning and I
meditate on being new
(after I stumbled here,
protesting for more sleep),
it having arrived with much more grace,
fog first, then high fluffy clouds,
tinged with pink
Right here, it shows me,
is the perfect place to start,
every thought fully able
to express the light, the dew,
none of them needing to rehash
some old argument, or even
a recent one. Every thought
can take this in, can bring forth
something completely new.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2022
We were raking grass
before the sun came up,
before our shadows
bumped long across the fields
The heat hadn’t rolled in yet,
so we worked in comfort,
boot toes wet, filling the tarp
and dragging it back to the pile
We finished that task by eight,
others awaiting, needing to be done
before the sun began to burn,
before the hot winds rose
Then we retreated into coolness
(as sun-produced as outdoors’ heat)
and finding our center
and fathoming what it could mean
to be love.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2022
The moon is not in the pond.
The moon’s reflection
is not in the pond either,
though it looks that way to me,
shimmering there
The moon is not fractured
though the reflection seems to be,
telling of ripples as well as of moon,
showing their shadows
on the pond’s surface
I can learn of the moon
looking at the reflection,
but I can learn more
of both moon and reflection
by looking up.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2022
All of this is so beautiful,
and so temporary
that any sense of walls and roof
protecting or defining me
seems absurd
Other definitions and protections
fail as well, leaving me held
in what must actually support me,
learning from its presence,
what it is, and what I am.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2022
My sight clears, and I notice
that I’m peering at the emptiness again,
not sure when the things I took for objects
faded out
Seeking the refocus
that would find me something in this day,
for certainly, there’s something here –
even this inexplicit satisfaction
is good for something
No need to scrape down into
the memory of tears, and their offer
to bring this day down into
something I can feel –
There is feeling, too,
in this craving for deeper purpose,
and it can lead me
to where I find it.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2022
Let me remember
to come here every day,
here where the morning air
breathes you alive
and your smile reflects
my exuberance
Let me remember
this here is available
wherever we are,
wherever the bright fact of Life
fills up all the space.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2022
Waves like days roll in,
each one a fluid confluence
of wind and tide
and things we can’t see, undersea,
each one worth watching
from where it forms
all the way to shore
and while it dances the sky reflection
up the beach
And the freshness of this one morning,
the one we’re riding on,
breaks through our waiting senses,
splashing its delight
all the way through us.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2022
Fill my day with something new –
winds across the grasses
assist them in insisting
this is the only now they have –
they will sing and bend and turn
and send their all-important seeds
each on its own journey
It is soul work, it is adventure,
and they do it now as if they were
the only grasses to ever live,
and indeed, as the only ones they see,
that could be so for them
except the ancient hum
intones its timeless song
along their shafts.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2022
I think of meeting you hereafter
(though hereafter’s not a time that I believe in)
I ask myself:
in my regimen where only now exists,
is there a place, a state, where we can meet again?
I consider:
what rare and rich awareness
can encompass fully all of me and you –
a way more solid than imagination
where you can truly tell me what is new?
It seems far off, but also within reach
along this journey of my steady climbing –
I can prepare myself by being
always more of who I am
and seeing clearly
who you’ve always been.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2022