Spirit Vision

 

In the vision I saw
the high saturation of Spirit  -
it was nothing pale, nothing you could miss

Its color made the daily objects
almost hard to see, so washed out
they were, so ghostlike,
while Spirit filled the whole canvas
with bright rays of power,
becoming the obvious substance
to walk in, to speak of,
to use for all motion and action,
to be for, to be about,
to live in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2021

Peace

 

I come around again to peace  -
Is it cued by the music?
Or by the still place that I made
from working breath and body?
Or is it sweet forgiveness, knowing all of us
are here, and all desiring
this same sense of release
and homing, and being wrapped in kindness,
and being kindness itself,
ever able to forge its way

across the deep.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2021

Song

 

Let Spirit breathe through you
until you notice
you are not a structure being sounded through,
not a flute, not a pipe, but rather
the song itself

And the timbre is not a product
of anything but Spirit,
and the tune is ever Spirit's own,
and the words -
how much like home they feel!
- for all the song resounds
with what you are,
as Spirit sings your every tone.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2021

Under clouds

 

Soft rain, shrouding clouds,
a low solar day
in which we rely on fire
for comforts we desire,
and friendship, that essential connection,
to stand in for the sun

The day began with knowing
where my love comes from,
and now ends in the peace
of love well done.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2021

Mind Fire

 

Thoughts lick like flames
around new concepts in my mind,
trying to make sense,
looking for ways to get inside
and comprehend the matter
through and through

I find it warming
and a little bit exciting  -
maybe when this is all clear,
so much more understanding
will be in reach,
maybe I'll soar in ways
I've only dreamed of till now.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2021

This Day

 

It is a contented lipity lap
with which the pages of the day
fall layered and random
in my thought - the talking on the phone,
efforts to integrate new things
into the household order,
planning for a gathering a few days hence,
neglecting chores

And gratitude, although I had no urge to force it,
rose like sun-drenched clouds
through moments in my day,
arresting skys commanded my attention,
rays and colors couldn't help but draw forth praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2021

Equality

 

Look how everything has fallen in,
like sand into water,
look how every way we rated things
is gone -
the structures, the tallies,
elaborate rubrics,
purveyors of influence
all rendered silent

Here we are melted
in the variegated sheen
where each gleam
bears clear witness ,
infinity's equalization
showing the depth we possess,
all of us needed,
none of us less.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2021