With eyes shut
I could be anywhere —
my mind quickly slips me
far from this parking lot —
I shift again and notice
I’m not actually on the cabin porch
nor yet in the northern meadow
with the midday brightness
that now refracts
in many flashing triangles,
shards of memories
and fallen vectored efforts
seeking to settle,
seeking a quiet mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2019
Never underestimate the value
of imagining what’s possible,
never assume you can’t
have what you want,
never believe that you should settle
for less than the whole of your dream,
the whole grand many-branching
multi-plumed array of it —
it is, after all,
in your mind for a reason,
and your mind’s delight
produces clear results.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 6, 2019
Barely home, and we’re flying again,
touch and go, capture and release,
yet something else, when we consider
our progress down the ever flowing stream
We home in on home each day,
each day, we find it new,
and if we’re lost on any given evening,
there still is time to settle in,
to find our place
And in the morning, off on new adventure,
we’ll know we can touch home at any time,
home in the kindly tended refuge
of being known in ever-present Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2019
I love my mind.
My mind is a field, not a particle.
My mind is not mine,
and I am not alone here
I love my Mind.
My Mind is infinite.
My Mind is not mine,
and not even exactly ours
I love the soaring flight
of light, of thought, of color,
I love imagination and analogy,
I love the resonance
that chimes us all together
in the pulsing, coursing
harmony of being
I love my Mind, our Mind.
It is the field of all being.
It is the author and the keeper
of everything we are,
and it holds us safe and whole
within its knowing.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2018
Still tentative on this
but fascinated
to be delivered to the laughing place,
the place where there’s no weight
against my eye sockets, no barb
at the back of my throat,
no narrowing of eyes and set of jaw,
no slump of daily dosage of defeat
Can I ease in
to this wide plain
where I have confidence
in every person’s inner voice
and in the trueness of its counsel,
how it delivers each of them
as it delivers me —And any picture to the contrary
engenders laughter,
through the gentle affirmation
of the presence of the One Mind
that motivates and orchestrates us all?
©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2018
My places of gratitude are many —
this chair, this lamp, this dark night,
comfort of companionship
and this vast realm of thought
where music can bring images
and luminous ideas can dart
in swift, branching lines,
delineate new order
and make a framework
for understanding everything.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2017
Thoughts play in mind
like small flames
traveling along the kindling
leaving crumbling sticks behind,
licking onward to the next log
I am struck
with the abundance of fuel
and the warmth that comes
in the consideration
of the vastness of the truth
that contains our being,
the infinity of Life
in which we play.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2017
Rain on the windshield,
people in the parking lot
walking with their choice of
hurried, cringing, or nonchalant
I imagine rain
soaking into their sweatshirts,
I’m hoarding warmth
as my parked car cools down
People find ways to survive
or they don’t. They find resilience,
they choose laughter, or they let rain
soak into their bones
and let their spirits be dampened
Me, I’ve done both.
It’s a choice I make
in all those times
where I’m not immediately overwhelmed
by some external magnificence,
when it’s up to me
to bring my shine into the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 17, 2017
I emerge from sleep
into the bright light river
of sentience — I feel its keen flow,
delighted in presence,
poised and pleased
to cleave to its Life Source
along the rapid roaring course
of celebration and discovery
This being
is the only one that matters,
the only one that powers
the aliveness that my soul
longs for every day.
I endeavor to stay here,
bring this awareness
into my every move,
into my every breath.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2017
Within myself
I note the quiet purr and hum
of feelings, how they create thoughts
to prop them up, stories to sustain
their longer lives
I notice I can choose what I will feel
by careful observation of the stories
It is enough, it seems, to notice.
Then the feelings look up, startled
and forget what they were on about.
I can take them by their manes
and lead them home to calmness.
We can laugh together, a little,
I can redirect them —
Not every dip deserves descending into,
not every story testifies to truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2017