In a defiance you couldn’t help,
you threw off the regimens,
the measured judgments, all the ways
you could be counted,
all the things you counted
as what might count or not count
in how you measure up

In a defiance that came of
being much bigger
than those judgments could hold –
infinite, actually  –
you expanded beyond all boundaries,
embodying the humming
of the universe

There’s no parsing of this,
no point in even bringing it
to the counting table.
What you shine back
will not be counted in the old coin,
but everyone will feel its touch.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2021

Who am I
if I am not my words,
nor yet my attitude,
if I am not my context
or the things I’ve thought and done,
what’s happened to me …?

Who are you
if you are not
behaviors I observe,
or ways you interact
or things you do?

I take the thought of you,
of me, of all of us –
I try to move it deeper  –
to that which sparks us awake,
alive,
what ties us with a lifeline
to the infinite.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 30, 2021

Little soul, don’t feel too sorry
for the time you slept,
the years in which you missed
doing things you loved
because you thought you could be
good at things, without doing them

Don’t be too sorry
for the things you missed
from ignorance, or from miseducation

You live in infinity,
and time you spent asleep
means nothing.  As ever,
you are free to be resplendent
here and now.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2020