The day brought new landscapes
in most expressive watercolor
after the night's rain,
and I handily forgot
my struggles of yesterday,
as if they were nothing,
though nothing had changed -
how blithely I forget!
and there may be a clue there -
perhaps I'm allowed
to be made new.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2022
When I release the labels,
every one of us can slip through the bars,
free as fish, smooth as silver flashes,
anything that bound us up in judgment
left behind, caught against the grate
We didn't need those definitions -
we can laugh in sleek joy
to find ourselves united
in the bright grace of our being
and the unity with which we move,
sharing currents and clarity,
surging onwards along our common course.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2022
You can't touch the day
without being touched back,
you can't touch the truth
without wonder
There's no avoiding the transformation,
your substance chiming crystalline,
suddenly conductive of the whole
intensity of light,
your hands tingling with power
Once the connection is made,
nothing can be taken from you -
the wholeness of your integrity
renders you unassailable.
You are a gift now,
for you can't help bestowing
the transformation
everywhere you go.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2022
In the domain of crickets,
in the realm of bright secrets,
things you can know
for the price of precise attention,
is a truth within each of us,
found when your gaze goes between
the beliefs and conventions,
practices, preferences, habits,
and stated intentions,
falling instead on the flickering glow
of that substance of us
that wells up from below
in response to what touches us
deeper than anything,
moving our hearts to delight,
quickening us and our light.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2022
Little one, today you are free
of the choice you made
so long ago, when your body
was way too small
for such decision
and you were way too new
for that kind of burden
It was a lie, the need to choose -
you really could have had
all the good, and you still can -
you are free from every threatened consequence
You always have been a clear chime,
and no slipped felt could ever dull your tone.
Today, you can feel your full resonance,
today you are free to ring.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2022
I must remind myself
my Father's world is kinder
than the one that I grew up in -
my failures, glaring though they are
do not require an unrelenting penance
I need only turn -
my honest self awaits,
humble and attentive and responsive,
wholly furnished and appointed
to reflect.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2022
All the history of our lives together
comes down to this -
we hold the pieces in our hands,
and as we're ready,
we can place them together,
puzzle out the picture,
observe the linking patterns
It's not so much the pieces
as the way our hands will touch
while we're putting them together -
they know each other so well,
and they will remind us.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2022
