Practicing

Here’s me practicing again,
and my piano practice is rough.
Maybe because it’s plagued
with the same thing that slowed
my other practice, in times past —
a sense I’d done enough, I shouldn’t
have to — it should come to me
by now — it’s come to others —
surely by now I’ve worked
as much as they …

Here’s me applying a lesson
to myself: as with that practice,
so with this — it takes immersion.
It takes abandoning, entirely,
thoughts of time and measurement.
It takes the humbleness
to be the instrument
of what is coming through …

If I can do it there,
well, the question is,
am I willing to do it here?

©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2019

Disabused

This day has had surprise gifts in it,
just when I’d trained myself
not to expect any. But that,
as it turns out, is today’s humbling —
Life takes me down a peg or two
by offering tangible things
to make me happy,
proving I don’t need to go it alone

And my belief that I did
was making too much of myself —
I needed to be disabused of that presumption.
I can’t say I mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2019

Following

This is not a process of grand arcs,
though grand arcs inform it,
this is the way light falls
on every mote, on every crumble
of the soil, the way it sifts
between the needles,
falls to earth in chinks among the shadows

I cannot accomplish it
in one great sweep —
I follow it along the moments,
let the light seep
into every patch of thought it can redeem,
understand it now and now and now
ever new again along my path.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2019

Lesson

It’s a good time
for me to be quiet.
It’s right to notice how bombastic
some of my voices can be —
they like to turn everything
into a lesson, so they can
be the teacher,
so they can feel that exalted
sliver of space between themselves
and those they would instruct.

Humility is required,
and that may mean
keeping my mouth shut
for what may seem
a very, very long time.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 9, 2017