Take me there

Today, I bow

to follow the example

of small things

who cease to try

to forge and find their way

and let the currents take them

This journey

is too great for me

so I surrender —

I’ll trust the winds to sense

the way I need to go

and take me there.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 8, 2014

From my reading, Thursday, at the Couth Buzzard in Seattle

What is True?

What is true?

Today it’s not enough

to have a theory

I need to go down with you

into the spiral

need to attune

to your invitation,

need to receive

this moment of gravity,

this weight that rolls on me

and off, that I roll into

What is true?

This can’t live in a cushioned cloister

supported by reasons

and explanations

This truth lives

in the radiation

through the bones and out

beyond the surface

of the inner infinite

that jumps into the dance of life

and rides.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 6, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern

A Force To Be Reckoned With

Right where you are,

where you are right now

despite the swirling flurry

all around you,

despite how you may feel

ungrounded, floundering,

feet swept off the sand, 

suspended, tumbled

Right where you are,

the force of your centered calm

is still in play,

It steadily asserts itself

beneath the fray,

It guides you home

You’ll feel a gentle balm

alighting like butterflies

upon your day,

whispering wing kisses

showing you

your heart, even when most moved

is still here,

still offers its sweet nectar

feeding you and everything you love.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 4, 2014

Turn

The coolness of the air

brings sudden autumn,

a memory as strong as taste

of longing, of excitement

for things that might unfold

as they are borne along the quickening

fall of the year into endings

or new beginnings

A taste of bracing challenges

and rising skill that meets them,

the ramping up of inner heat

to warm us through

the passage of the cold

and take us once again

around the turn.

©Wendy Mulhern

Sept 3, 2014

Job Description

What’s required of us

is not the yoke

of dutiful responsibility —

It’s the electric catching,

from fingertips and all awakened skin,

from eye-lights and light answers from within

of all the joy that fills this air, this place

Our light is required —

all of it —

in each dimension of our being,

all our hearing, all our seeing,

all we rise to meet,

all we live to prove,

all that comes to presence from our love.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 1, 2014

Rising

I never want to think

my time is worth more

than someone else’s,

or that my thoughts are,

or my words

I never want to not have 

time to hear another

In this great work

of waking up

we all must rise together.

All must become awe-striking,

All must be met with wonder,

All be seen.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 31, 2014