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Pre-dawn

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In the pre-dawn hours,
tossed on a sleepless shoal
by the roil of dreams,
trying one more toss
in hope of finding peace

I was delivered
by a rolling cloud of light
that bore my innocence aloft
as on a pillow  –
the reassuring rush
that who I am
is fully acceptable,
that whatever sordid stories were enacted
in my dream or in my waking,
they didn’t need to stick to me

I could be carried on this truth:
that I was made to be
exactly what I am,
and will be so maintained,
and guilt and worry could fall away
like fog from rooftops –
the sun would shine on me
and show me free.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 20, 2021

Anticipating

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I’ll probably sleep well tonight,
long day’s work spreading itself oddly
into my dreams,
working with tools, solving problems,
being caught aloft in a gust of wind

There may again be waking moments
when the waning gibbous moon
peers piercingly
through our little window,
or the cold and hot of things
requires adjustment

But there is a rich blanket of peace
that billows like a magic carpet  –
it will carry me through those moments
right on till the early dawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 29, 2021

A Dream

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We were going down the mountain
you had taken your shoes off
walking through streams
I was running to catch up with you
the light was soft
the landscape fuzzy
as it often is in dreams
the path was longer
than we’d anticipated
it was an hour before dark
but we weren’t worried  –
Dad could come with the car
and rescue us
or we could wake up  –
it would come out
to the same thing.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2021

This Dream

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This dream has no power
to make decisions,
This dream
holds no tricks
up its sleeve,
This dream has no mind
to chain a link of cause, effect  –
This dream holds no destiny

All.the dips and turns I see
which in another frame
I could call fate
are just the subtle tippings
of myriad beliefs  –
there is no law on which they operate

What holds us steady,
what guides us on our course,
what gives us every meaning,
every sense of purpose,
shines through from realms
we only sometimes glimpse  –
the riddle of the infinite unseen.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 1, 2021

Half Nap

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I roused myself from the half dream gibberish,
out of the hammock before I knew I was awake,
hammock put away before I had decided
that I was done resting

As I was just lying down,
I had been thinking,
What would it mean to live every moment
as if I might wake up at any time?
As if the whole dream could fall away
just like that –
What would I want to be noticing?

©Wendy Mulhern
June 18, 2020

Waking Up

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I come out of the dream
of a small, dark, cluttered place,
and it takes me a while,
it takes me a while
to find my way back to myself

Oh, for sure, I was there all along,
the fabric of cause and effect I call me
never absent from thought –

Still, it takes a tuning –
tuning fork sound clear as water drops –
it takes being still, first,
then walking myself back,
back to my cause

So the sleepy gauze haze
can retreat from my eyes
and the clarion presence
that gives them shine
can reverberate through me anew.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2020

A Worthy Read

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Since your words proved able
to make me dream,
to make me dream of caring
and of caring for,
and of a desperate effort
to drink from a fountain
where the water flowed flat
along its spiky sphere,
hard to get ones mouth on,
of people trying to connect
while stories
kept putting doors between them

I dreamed all these dreams
and you were in them –
less in their depths
than in the coming out,
as I woke up, and again,
as I returned to sleep

Since your words could do this,
I deem them
an honest story,
I consider them
a worthy read.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2020

Who and Where

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Because you came to me
in a dream, you have me asking,
What of you do I know?
And what do I know of anyone?

This dream appearance –
the way you laughed, subtle
irony in your observations –
where does it reside
that I should know it –
Where are you now?

And what does where mean, anyway,
in the everywhere of thought,
the every here of presence?
What will our knowing be,
when freed of time and space?
For this my daily practice strives
to find, each day, a little taste.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2020

Good Night

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At the delicious edge of sleep —
the doors of dream enticingly ajar
(or maybe they are more like pools
or limbs exploring towards infinity)

From that alluring edge
I’m reeled back in —
your voice, or at another time
your finger tapping —
engendering my dull reluctant rise
through layers swiftly shredding
back to here

And so my softest thing to do
is laugh —
it shimmers with releasing ripples,
keeps my thought from coalescing solid,
allows my sleepy drift
back toward the edge …

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2019

The shapes are not the light

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If you brought them all together —
all the moments, from many different lives,
where the dream was broken through
and the light poured in —

You would see many different shapes —
a death, a near death, a psychedelic trip,
the answer to a prayer offered
from the very depths,
a gift of life received, the gratitude invoked —

The shapes are not the light.
Light can come through anything.
And what you do with the dream
after seeing the light
is not trivial. There is guidance
to be found, about how this is done,
guidance, and guides,
along the upward way.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2019