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Color

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A slight shift in perspective
and suddenly, the interplay of things
is overtaken
by the interplay of color  –
layers of light across the ground
picked up again in the layered colors
of last year’s blackberry vines,
the mauve and maroon
peaking through each other

Everywhere I look, echoes of the palette  –
the gold sliding into the green and red,
the blue skimming across the gray –
I marvel at how deeply I am fed
by how colors
move through the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2021

Reframe

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Sometimes it seems
a small misstep
can punch me right through the floor –
not into free fall
so much as into hobbled stuckness

One misspeaking
can rip the whole fabric
of our mutual understanding,
leave us hugging at our rags –
efforts to mend it just make deeper tears

There is no hope
but to step back
to where I’m formed anew,
and from there, let my eyes reframe
a truer view.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2020

The Roads of Melancholy

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Remembering that the roads of melancholy
are optional, the prompts
nudging me in that direction
really offering no reason
I would want to go there
(hoping I won’t notice I have a choice)

Remembering that,
I take a step back –
no need to commit to any path
and especially one that leads
where I don’t want to go.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2020

Orange and Silk

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The silk I was washing
tore in my hands like wet paper,
myriad holes appearing
in what before was whole cloth,
my innocent fingers proving themselves deadly,
hapless

The oil from the orange you described
stayed on my fingers
and my lips,
its presence in thought
so immediate, so important

Ways of seeing things fall away,
suddenly proved unable
to hold truth in them,
new images tingle,
evocative, potent,
their scent suffusing everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 17, 2020

Perception

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In this dimension
there are no lines, really,
only curves that move
as you approach them,
only planes that sport
the spreading shadow of their angle

So don’t think you need
to draw the line —
this understanding is really
about inhabiting the form,
glowing the light from the inside,
feeling the curve and fullness of it —
how that always makes it seem to shift
as the perspective moves.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2020

Forgiven

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In my dream I said I was sorry.
You said it was OK,
and your forgiveness
lifted my spirits mightily

This is the case with much that I remember —
I’m sorry for what I didn’t understand,
but forgiven, for I didn’t understand. There is no need
for dwelling in regret —
new perspective brings a brand new page

So in the light of day
as in the dreaming night,
forgiveness wins —
there’s nothing more to pay
except attention to what is given,
the grace to love,
the fresh-washed day to live in.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2019

Safe

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Don’t panic. Don’t sink
from seeing the wind boisterous —
these are just screens before your eyes,
each one of them illusory
as the next

You can walk over these waves —
you don’t have to think
you need to change something
so you’ll be safe

Your security
is in the laws of your being,
the way you’re held beloved
in the Truth that holds everything,
every atom, every star,
in its perfect circle,
in its present grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2019

Quiet Mind

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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

Lines and Spaces

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The people of the spaces
got tired of trying
to explain their viewpoint
to the people of the lines

The people of the lines had logic —
they could draw clear arguments,
they said “lines are really all we know,
all we can prove exists

The people of the spaces
tried to say, “no, no —
the substance is right here,
right in between”
but had no words that carried meaning
for the people of the lines

And so it was that many things
that could be known were hidden,
so it is that many things
could presently spring forth.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 12, 2019

Parade

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Sure, the thoughts of things
I could have done differently
do parade themselves along
from time to time, still sail by
trailing their pronouncements
about how much better things could be
if only …

My policy is
to let them go by once
but not repeatedly,
and never to climb on board.
The now I have is, after all,
the only one I’ve ever had
or ever will. And so it follows
that all good things are here for me,
as they’ve always been.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2019