It's not possible, I remind myself.
It's not possible that these fine beings,
these expressions of elemental intelligence,
could crash in interaction with each other
My communication, and yours,
cannot implode, you cannot be annoyed
by the links I draw, my innocent
observations. And it's not possible
for me to feel cut, dismissed, unheard.
These are not things I need to defend.
I don't need to take you to task
I can be still and listen.
I can be still and let your innocence
rise in my thought like the climbing moon,
settle in my heart like dew.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 30, 2023
Within my thought
and possibly to someone else,
I'm trying to convey
the nature and importance
of my innocence
The nature - in my thought,
it rockets up the sides of trees
and down along the roots,
it darts and pulses with the flow of energy,
and it can do no harm, for it's defined
within the very impulse
that brings it forth
And as for its importance -
it frees me from the minefield of regrets,
it lets me know that I am whole,
and always have been,
it shows me, in this moment,
how to be.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2023
At day's end,
behind my closed eyes,
strands come like roots, mycelium,
from every quadrant of my vision
Steadily they fill the center in,
images and memories
webbing with each other ...
These summer days are long and full,
and quickly I lose the threads,
everything devolving into sleep.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 26, 2023
You, too, may be delivered
into the calm, into the certainty
of abiding peace. This place where
no storms, threatened or in full rage,
can even come close to you.
This because you have found relationship
that stretches you full out
in the experience of life,
which, when awakened,
makes every storm seem small
Anything, any living thing,
can bring you there.
You will have sure access to it
when you bring others.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 25, 2023
When I breathe deep, I smell bees,
and suddenly the scent of everything
is opened to me - how the June air at evening
is rich with blossoms and resin, ripe grass
and some distant spice,
and inside the ag building,
sawdust and pencil lead,
various minerals
We work until after dark,
though darkness doesn't come till 10,
we savor the sky, and the satisfaction
of work done.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2023
Summer stretches out before us,
and where, in former years,
I felt like I could ride it,
fly in freedom and delight
along the long and carefree days,
now I feel I need to carry it -
bring these plants and projects to fruition,
keep these trees alive
A flock of blackbirds cackles through,
landing in groups of five in tops of small trees,
in groups of twenty on the roof.
Two mama turkeys have a fair sized brood,
growing larger daily with no help from me.
We saw a doe with two small fawns last week.
The waxing crescent moon, and Venus,
are seen a little higher in the sky each night.
We all will take our place in the grand order.
My work has a place here, too,
and as I carry, so will I be carried.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2023
Wisdom comes from anywhere we ask for it -
every relationship
where we line ourselves up,
line for line, along the lines of any being
for whom we have the most profound respect
Whether it's a plant, or is an animal,
an elder or and infant,
an angel or a colony of bees
We find it in the willingness to take the journey,
however it expands us,
the willingness to be untethered
from any given point,
to let the change unfold
wherever the connection moves us
Wisdom comes in the surprise
of never having thought that way before,
but knowing, certainly, that it is true.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2023
