More

I am eager
even impatient
Is it appropriate
that one so seasoned
as years would peg me
should want so much
keep wanting more
to find the sip, instead of satiating

rouses thirst from deep within my core?
It doesn’t matter
I will not be staid
I can’t suppress myself
I will not be downplayed
I run each day
to scan for germination
peeking green between the clods
I know it doesn’t work to pull the seeds up
but I urge them, nudge them with my thoughts
I’ll call it revolution
in which we’re all involved
I’ll seek a steady motion
that need not be resolved
I’ll polish my intention
and keep on planting seeds
till the harvest is sufficient
to satisfy these needs.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 16, 2011

(Background music: Isaac Shepard, “Struggles”)



This, My Mission

Mission is a strong elixir
Gulped with joy, its heady mixture
sends me flying, full of hope
excited by its mighty scope

Deep as my desire, this mission
now ingested, licks within
impelling flames to move me, quicken
my intent to realize its vision

So I burn, and so I ask for water
something calming, nurturing and cool
provision for the now, but also after –
to let the mission hum and purr
but not consume –
Within the chambers of the fire
I seek a quiet room

Take off your shoes
it tells me
Feel the ground
It’s nothing that you have to do alone
You have the chorus of the wind within
which, holy, holds you cool
and keeps you sound.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2011


small

to meet my need to be small
to be tiny
minute enough to float on air currents
light enough to not fall
what but a being too vast to fathom?
too grand to feel anything but love
let it fold me in
like a baby mouse
or the hatchling of a hummingbird
or a mote floating
in the infinity of its care
let me lose
all sense of grandiosity
all sense of power
all sense of being something to trumpet
it trumpets me anyway
even though I’m so small
small as the hum of vibration 
on a harp string
in awe
of having been given
my song.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2011



Touching Infinity

With my mind
I touched infinity
Felt the satisfying curling
Up and through me as smoke curls
And tendrils of vines curl
Around their desired supports
Pulling them close
I touched infinity and felt
The deep breath of relief
Two up and one long ride down
As babies breathe when they finally
Let go and slide into sleep
Felt myself flow into the wide reaches of thought
Unlimited, uncharted—the excitement and delight
Of exploration, as all dimensions
Open out at once
The weightlessness
Of how I travel there
A promise:
You can return here
Anytime.
With my mind
I touched infinity
A place I’ve been before
(Magical dreams)
But didn’t know
Was right here.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2011