Here it is

Look — I want you to see this:

In this view it looks like

light gleaming through a glass brick.

In this view it looks like

a small cat, fearless, poised and purring.

In this view it looks like

you inner jewel —

serving as keystone

to complete the amulet

transporting us to our ancestral home.

Our feet have walked these hills

for thousands of years.

All the belonging to them

leaps up through our soles

at every step.

All the deep strength 

from this land

reaffirms

the thing I wanted you to see.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 31, 2013

Seeking your heart

When you first noticed it,

it was so deep inside

it felt like an ache.

As you followed the convoluted folds,

the fractal turnings

in and in,

it started to feel sharper

and its heat

became insistent.

You followed hard

(as hard as you could,

the fragile softness at the edges

slowing you sometimes)

You came to where

you could see its glow,

still through many layers,

and now you approach

reverently

feeling your way

knowing the great light

will burst upon you any time.

©Wendy Mulhern 

October 30, 2013

Morning

Waking up,

you start to see

that there’s no need to go back

among the scattered shards,

the steady ebbing of your fluids

and the halted breath

to find and try to rescue

all the fallen parts.

Nothing is broken

and your being

shines as fresh within this day

as it has always shone.

There is no tally

of all those wrongs,

the generations of remorse,

the shame.

It’s all gone

in this, the morning:

Your name is clear,

your loveliness the same.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 29, 2013

Fall

Let me take a little time

to be dry,

dry as my mouth against this headwind,

dry as the crunchy leaves on the trail.

Let me take a turn

at the inward curl

that is done emoting

and waits to receive,

not needing to do so in any length of time,

not being watched for a reaction,

just breathing,

just feeling.

Grant me the abandon

to let myself fall.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 28, 2013

Video Presentation: The consulate of Other

Tonight I did a poetry reading. It seems to have used up my poetic juices for the night. But here's one of the poems I shared: (click on the link below the photo)

                                               The consulate of Other

What I will say

I’m getting ready,

storing up the words,

letting them steep in their power.

They cannot be spoken till their time —

They need to leap across a certain space

and they won’t go

until they know

someone’s there to catch them.

In a real sense

this is not a performance —

I can only bring one half of the arch.

I can only trust that,

in accordance with the Law of Love,

the other half will be supplied by others,

and the circuit will connect

and the light will beam.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 26, 2013

Harvest Time

No worries that my blooms have slowed —

It is a time when juices flow toward seeds,

cushion them with sweetness,

bestow the gifts they need

to carry them on to the next grand rising —

A push of final energies,

a giving out of everything —

no stinting for the life that will remain.

After this part is over

and the new life moves on,

there will still be enough —

the nourishment will gather

in my roots and core,

and my stillness send its signal out

along the vast connections underground,

preparing me for more.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 24, 2013