Thursday, November 23, 2017

Holding On














You have leaned into each other now
for so long that one might say
you have grown together,
one might say
neither of you could stand
without the other
though you are both strong

It’s just clear
through all the turns
of life’s adventure
you will take each other
and hold on.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 23, 2017

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Needed














The magic of you
is in the place where you find yourself
drawn to where you’re needed
like deer to a waterhole

Your life blooms here —
bright growth along the vein,
your presence makes this wilderness
rich with heart, with meaning

The pattern stays
even when the water
has seeped away —
you are marked by this place
even as it is marked by you.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 21, 2017

Monday, November 20, 2017

Destiny














Don’t worry —
this is not a place
where you can go wrong,
this is not a test, and not a contest.
In your design, you’re given
everything you need to thrive —
this is your life
and you its only master

Don’t worry —
that which you most deeply wish
won’t be denied, though it may seem so,
many times along the way.
Your desire is part of who you are
and its fulfillment
is in your destiny,
cut, as it is,
from the same rock,
bound, as it is,
in your same Life.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 20, 2017

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Tending Fire














As taught by tending fire,
having words for these things
doesn’t mean I know them

The fire teaches me
to pay attention,
the rules that I’m applying
don’t need more refining
so much as faithfully adhering

So in fire tending
I go wordless,
letting the flames do the talking,
letting them draw
their foreordained conclusion.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 19, 2017

Saturday, November 18, 2017

Encircled














Resolution separates colors
from a bland plane,
definition of moments
makes them sparkle,
throwing my whole self
into the dance of now
creates a fence against
the creep of scatter

We are negentropic, after all —
It’s not a losing fight against
a tide of tiredness —
these circles I draw around everything,
to define, to know, to celebrate
bring brightness
as each entity emerges —
each appreciated, each empowered,
each collecting light
within its sacred orb.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 18, 2017

Friday, November 17, 2017

Walking Meditation














I walk like a whisper
in the time when dark
is turning light,
when people are up
because they have to
(so it seems to me)
lights on, cars starting up,
while other houses sleep

Around my hands and arms
and in my breath, the gift —
the gift of presence
and the almost-tasted promise
of being dearly loved

Along the sidewalks,
in the grass, and in the street,
my feet step dutiful —
not yet tuned in, perhaps,
to the day’s blessings.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 17, 2017

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Focus














And if it feels like a fierce effort
to come into focus,
to actually see
all the way to the end of my thought,
to make the conclusion,
to set the course
according to what I now know
(instead of vague conjecture)

If it takes a fierce effort
so be it —
better the sharp blade of awakening
than suffocation by fluff.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 16, 2017