Paper

Let the paper of my life

be unscrumpled —

smooth it out with hands of revelation.

Let me feel their spreading touch

through my skin, through my bones,

let me stretch into the fullness of my being

Let the paper of my life

be transfigured,

the square of it giving place to light,

the pieces dispersing

like embered ash

leaving a bright space

replacing all that was written,

its opening dimension

now known as me.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 13, 2016

Forecasts, Prospects

They’re forecasting rain,

lots of it. Today rested lightly

on the prospect, 

its blue sky innocent, its sun soft,

no hint of change till late afternoon

which still was light and balmy

But there are plenty of hours

before tomorrow, and the rain

may slam in around midnight.

It may be dark and wet

for a long time,our planned-on work

thus rendered impossible

In which case we will turn inward,

literally and metaphorically.

We’ll still find something to do.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 12, 2016

Self Alignment

There is a great calm here,

now that I have taken control

of all the voices that were, till yesterday,

suggesting what I thought

and how I felt

I have no more need

to form an opinion 

about you or anyone,

no need to feel discomfort

or dislike. No need to be weak

or make excuses. No need

to be clumsy or give up

All the vectors of myself

can now move together

to serve the purpose

for which I am intended,

something I’m now free to learn

each day a little more.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 11, 2016

Rendered Strong

Ah, we are rendered strong

in rushing water,

not by virtue of the swell,

not from the tumble,

but from the way life always

bids us raise our head,

and how we find ourselves connected

to what keeps holding us

even down and down along the rapids

We are rendered strong

in our discovery

of what courses through our sinew —

inner energetic rivers rise

to meet the outer ones.

They celebrate together

and we are strong.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 12, 2016

The Surprising Truth About My Being

There is no element of self destruction

in my being.

There is no fatalistic caving in

to something happening to me.

Nothing can “happen to me”,

for I am entirely the product 

of my own thoughts

I don’t come to my being

like coming upon a house

and finding rooms and furniture inside.

These feelings, postures, habits,

were not set up by someone else,

are not dependent on some outside source

This is my house, and everything here

is my choice. And I can give it all

the tenderest of care. I can untangle it

and let it all come clear

What I fathom of my source

provides my model. 

What it shows me of my essence

syncs me up with elemental joy

There is no self destruction

in my being,

for what creates me

clearly means for me to live.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 9, 2016

Unflappable

So if you’re going to be unflappable,

it doesn’t mean

to a certain extent,

doesn’t mean

until you finally hit your limit

and explode

It means you move in a different ether

where none of the tugs from former worlds

affect you at all.

Your calm is not conditional

nor is your peace

nor is your love

The currents that move you

are those of your own essence

and your belonging

hand to hand

constellation to constellation

springing in cartwheels

through the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 7, 2016

Working on the Cabin

In small steps

we move toward cozy,

nestling batts between the studs,

walls filling in wooly

We dream of rugs and tapestries,

a wood stove,

some comfy chairs, some source of light,

friends in for tea on rainy evenings,

a little loft where we can spend the night

We dream, we work,

and it appears

as well is must

for we are makers —

more powerful than we have known.

We work, we trust,we make it happen,

we hold the vision and it comes to us.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 6, 2016