Centers

And if our orbits

grow more elliptical,

swinging out towards wider distances,

it means that, more than ever,

I need your anchored presence —

something to fly back to

with pull that increases

from having been away.

I need us to home in,

for we are centers

for each other,

holding us on course

in our singular path

through the black sky.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 30, 2013

Mental Housekeeping

I.

Well,

I can’t argue

with someone I don’t know,
(as ground shifts beneath me like water)

who clearly wants to set forth

a strong opinion,

and who hasn’t heard me

and doesn’t want to.

Let it go —

There may be common ground

with that person —

Just not here.

II.

No need to identify

with proffered bargains

for something less

than my whole being.

No need to settle for pain,

or for complaint,

or for a muddied, stagnant

view of life.

Right here in this day

are seeds from eons back

waiting for this perfect moment

to spring forth.

III.

When no excuse

can really cover

a stupid oversight,

and nothing in my makeup

can explain it,

and its implications

arraign me in a wrinkle of character

that time won’t smooth,

it’s OK to go back

and ask for a redo.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 29, 2013

Knowing

In the sudden awareness

of any truth,

there is a great stillness —

all looping of thought halted

in the ember-deep burn

that transmutes everything —

new palette, new canvas, new line.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2013

A Taste

Maybe

we haven’t even yet known

the depth and breadth

of how it feels

to leave the boundary of our skins

and stream in Spirit

We may have a taste of it

from when the spirit sloshes strong

against our insides,

suffusing us with sweetness,

sending tingles out beyond our limbs.

Or when we call each other

through the twinkle of our eye lights,

we can guess how it might be.

For now, perhaps,

that will have to do.

And it is certainly enough

to send me flying,

euphoria pushing up

under my wings.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 25, 2013

True Testimony

I will not argue

against myself anymore.

I will not deny

my power or my desire,

I will not take the side

of death, decline, fatigue.

I am alive,

and Life’s essence

is the one thing I must manifest

in the being of myself —

I must always move as Life moves —

growing, sheltering, blooming,

attracting, rejoicing, communing.

I separate myself

from the internal voices

that try to make me think

I desire inertia.

I am of Life,

and Life supports my being

what it is, what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 25, 2013

Forward

Your arms full of tools,

your face full of sun,

you face the task at hand

armed with resolve.

And what would ever hold you back

except those voices, that can only say

“you don’t want to do that.”

They are as insubstantial as shadows.

Shadows can chill you,

but only when you’re not moving —

their bars can’t hold you in.

How bright the joy

of going forward —

Your movement, not your fears,

thus your defining substance,

your goodness not in theory

but in action,

your life not in the future but in now.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 24, 2013

Today

Joy springs up,

bubbles along its channels,

overflows.

So much goodness in today —

Things that waited many years to surface,

deep in hidden aquifers,

pulled up by gratitude,

sweet from long, cool resting

under rock;

Things that came just now —

the rising to the challenge

of present weather,

the brightness of success in being true.

Joy feeds joy,

as gratitude brings forth the same,

Goodness stays

when circulated day by day.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 22, 2013