Window

late-november-2016

This is my quiet space,
this is my window
into the universe

This is where
what I can see
is only limited
by the size of my willingness
to receive. I can take in
myriad vistas, flying undulating planes
of microscopic order. I can see the worlds
for whom my being moves
in geologic time. I can feel
the grand repose
of the colossal slowness
of my motion

This is my place to wait for
the touch that lights me up,
that reckons me
in the scale of infinity,
that renders me relevant
in the love of all things.
This is the touch that loves me
and awakens my boundless love.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2016

Unveiled

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My eyes are new,
the dew still rests on my perceptions —
they have that brighter than life quality,
the startling delicacy of something
not yet parted from their maker

I blink, I feel the moisture
around my eyes —
may they so ever stay!
May every day refresh my vision,
may the new edge of my learning
always roll out in surprising colors.
If there is a destination
let me not dwell on it
till I arrive.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2016