Resolutions

As Cassandra knew,

Seeing someone’s future

is no more useful

than seeing someone’s problem —

You can’t tell them about it

Can’t get them to believe, or to reform

It shouldn’t be surprising —

No one else is different from ourselves

And we have always found

these resolutions to reform

to be contrary escalators 

Plunging downward

much more rapidly

than we can rise.

Close your eyes

The winter sun that sparkles on the water

Still flickers, strobe-like, underneath your lids

The light still loves you,

Still knows how to touch

each dream that you, from fear of failure, hid

Your truth still owns you, and it knows

how every part of you is put together

Already worthy, cherished, ever whole

Not needing harsh reform to make you better

No need to reinvent yourself, no way to fall

And as it is with us

it is with all.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 1, 2013

It’s time

OK, friends

OK, winds and clouds

OK, hidden sliver of silver sun,

Silent magic snow, birds warbling at dusk —

I’m ready for that miracle

Ready for some brightness

that I didn’t make myself

Ready for some joyful laugh

to overwhelm the trembling cusp of sadness

Ready for that surprising gift

of simple presence

to move me from this place

to where I flow again

Swift cascade of river

Leaping homeward

Singing constant

through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 31, 2012

Acceptance

In your gaze today, I felt

the difference it makes

How well we know each other

How deeply we connect

How thorough the acceptance

in our embrace,

The fractal path affection travels

in its love of every surface, every pore,

Making us impervious

to any judgement, any condemnation

How comfortable we rest

in the sweet cradle

of being wholly held —

So soundly integrated

So at one

with the vast, eternal orbit

that swings us charmingly

So we unerringly 

reverberate in tune.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 30, 2012

A good dance

Thank you for

the brightness of your eyes

and the sweet kinetic energy

that wrapped us

into one motion

swirling eddies of wind current

flowing through us

push and pull and contact

spinning and surrender

till the music changed

Later

we closed our eyes

and you sent 

chakra opening light

through your fingertips

It was the color

of rose quartz

and I hummed

into your vibration

till the music ended.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 28, 2012

Walking toward the light

As we walked toward the light,

The things we were holding

in our hands

began to melt —

Intricacies of dreams,

Specifications,

Things we thought were so important

to convey,

Histories we felt

distinguished and defined us —

Rolling down our fingers —

Bright trailing drips —

We felt the coolness

of air on wet skin,

Swift intake of breath

at the freshness

As we,

Now empty-handed,

Reached our arms

into the glad embrace

of our whole

wild

unrecorded

being.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 27, 2012

Seeking

We are attracted

to the ancient woods

and to the ancient books

and to the words

that taste like stardust

timeless and mysterious

We are looking

for deep roots

and runes of truth

and something to remind us

of the way home

So long lost

in the ephemera of thinking

we are made of whim

of dust —

pawns in a creation not our own —

We seek the gravitation

that weights our essence

focuses our thrust

We keep on turning to it

Try to be still enough

to feel its pull upon us

to feel it guiding us

We keep on asking for it

We give it all our trust

We will surrender to it

because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 26, 2012

End of Christmas

Day is done

What mark remains?

How was it distinguished —

What has changed?

Yes, we were happy

Relaxed in sweet togetherness of family

But have we yet gone deep enough

into the holy dawn?

Can any day contain the essence

of what must come?

Perhaps I’m called, each day

to lift the latch and enter

Abandon surface chatter

for the sacred center.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 25, 2012