Tag Archives: infinity

Games with sound and space

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You peer with interest
through the interstices
to find, somehow, the ultimate escape
where everything transcends
what it was thought to be —
the thing becomes the space between
as focus shifts, the space becomes the thing

Come inward, then, come through
to where, on tiny scale, space opens out —
infinitesimal, the infinite within
deftly reflects the universe without

This is a thing you clearly want,
less certain is your need —
you will try to take it home —
Who knows? You may succeed.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 29, 2018

Life Flow

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In all the things we think we know,
so many things we don’t —
a city in a frond of fern, a universe,
the vast unfolding vibrance
in the corridors between the cells,
all the exuberance that life can send
coursing through those unseen channels

In these two turkey hens
ambling among the ferns,
nonchalantly snapping up the bugs,
chirping conversationally as they step —
perhaps two nebulae
grandly moving through the depths of space

They all — we all — are orchestrated
in the unceasing law of Life’s eternal joy,
our movement so much deeper than will or whim,
held by its breathing through us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2018

Unconditional

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I sense that I have barely comprehended
the size of unconditional
and what it means
to be companioned in that vastness,
comforted at every step

And how it is that there’s no far away
in everpresence, no departure
from here. Space without distance,
development with no constraint of time,
nothing locked away by past or future,
everything at hand in earth and heaven.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 31, 2018

Observations

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In the moment of unweighting,
in the moment of release from all the cogs,
in the moment of perceiving
what puts us here,
some observations bear a mention:

The flash of infinity
is like light

The rush of freedom
is exhilaration bordering on terror

A racing moment has more ticks
than I can count

Everything is possible,
no protocols have to be followed

In the moment of noticing
how this perception changes everything,
there is power. There is power
and there is peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2018

Seeds

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In the quiet of twilight
birds fly, and people walk or drive
to one perch or another

All of these
are like seeds,
every one of them full
of the glorious hopefulness of life
that chortles and bubbles
as if to burst its envelope
but which, instead, carries them along,
puts bounce into their being,
sings the song of them
even as they live it

Every one of them waiting
for the sure sign of their belovedness
so they can spring forth, holding back nothing,
so they can relax, borne up
on overflowing joy

Every one of them precious
in the eyes of anyone
who chooses to see them,
every one of them able
(on being seen)
to deliver the whole world.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 30, 2017

Impending Departure

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How can we leave? you said,
How can we let this all go?

We let it go because it never held us —
We held it, just as we hold ourselves.
We contain each feeling we’ve imbued this place with,
we take the substance with us
when we go

After all, we always have been travelers —
before our birth, and through this time
and onward,
we move, to our delight,
in waves of constant newness,
explorers of infinity,
our never ending home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 11, 2017

Hand in Hand

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Everything drained out of the day
with the early rain —
our warmth, our prospects —
and we were left empty
in the isolation
of the cold dampness

But then quickly
the substance began to return,
the sense of walking hand in hand
with infinity,
feeling the sustenance flow in,
filling the spaces between
our needy queries
and the non answers

Until finally, in the clearing
in the late afternoon,
we were rich in all the places
we had felt bereft —
we could offer
warmth to others,
and sweet dreams,
and confidence
that every need is met.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 18, 2017

Starting Place

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Let me go back even now
to that place I discovered
in early morning prayer,
the place that felt like sunrise
beneath a long low cloud bank,
the place where, if I start there,
my hope rises, light and buoyant,
my prospects for the day
stretch out infinite,
my faith is shown to be
not something I must conjure,
but rather my connection,
sure and strong, to all that floods
the early day with light

Let me remember —
when I start there, I don’t need
a regimen of reform:
when I start there,
I have arrived.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2017

Simply

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That which saves us
doesn’t need to overthrow anything —
it simply opens the inner
gates to infinity,
simply replaces the whole landscape
— all its former haunts of fear —
with something far more solid
than we’ve ever walked on,
each footprint now
flooding with light,
each footstep bringing new views

That which seemed to hold us
so firmly trapped,
we simply slip from
into a different frame,
a kinder set of causes
— no longer the indifferent laws
that don’t care how we fall —
Here our cause loves us
and arranges our safe landings
and our exhilarating flights.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2016

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