Entering at the door

Let me approach

with utmost respect,

with reverence for the size and shape

of the place in you

that is designed to open

You will recognize me

in our mutually reflected light —

you will let me in,

you will come out to play

We will multiply our brightness

like flames in oxygen,

like fragrant blossoms in the midday sun,

we will be fed

and we will feed each other

in the pastures of the Allness of the One.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 29, 2020

Day’s Report

The wind began to blow cold

though the day was still sunny,

and we delayed our work

and then had to persist

through windblown bands

of overcast and sun,

and after awhile

it felt good and fresh to be working

And then it started to rain 

and it started to get dark

and we kept working

till the plants were planted

and deer-protected —

less than we’d hoped

but enough to be satisfied.

When we had dried off

and started a fire

and stoked it till the cabin warmed up,

and scrounged some food

and tended to the water

we were too tired

to do anything else.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 28, 2020

Same Way

You can’t see your source,

the same way

you can’t see yourself —

it comes up from within,

it faces the same way you do —

it is your impulse, your inspiration,

nothing you can separate

in any observation

from what you are

Certain things you can see

in reflection,

but then you and your source

are both looking at the same image.

The point isn’t to try

to see it face to face,

the point is how you dance with it inside.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 27, 2020

Starting Point

I feel great peace remembering

the starting point never

gets far away —

Whatever structures

I may have erected,

whatever standpoint

I may have backed myself into,

they never dictate

my next step,

which can always start right here

with the fundamental innocence

of all life,

with the first impulse

that unites us all.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 26, 2020

Precursor

The birds seemed as happy as we were

for the return to the land,

for the spring

or its precursor,

the time of prodigious effort

we can now set to,

the time for making home

and for noticing

that it’s here.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 24, 2020

Cleanse

We may look and find the place

where fear was painted

up in the mauve underside of your scales,

making your protection prickle,

making you uneasy underneath

We will hold you so gently

as we rinse you clean,

all of that pigment

making it take a long time

till the water runs clear

You will feel it then,

the knitting together — yourself

with yourself, the relief

of the new clean place,

the integration, now that there is no foreign substance,

the power rallying within

You can rest now

and let yourself absorb

what it is to be fully you.

You’ll reach out open

to make the true connection,

the flash through you

and us

that lights the land.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 23, 2020

Feet Feels

My feet suddenly remember

how they tingle in damp grass —

my toes stretch and grasp the feeling

and I consider

taking off my socks and going out

It is as they remember —

a little colder, maybe,

and the grass bends flatter underfoot.

There are fir cones in the grass,

small birds trilling from afar,

and soft socks to return to 

in the house.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 22, 2020