After the sun has gone,
trees share their secrets -
luminescence garnered from the day,
green growth that rustled in the wind
now still
In this between time before the crickets,
they offer depth and height and silence -
qualities for us to borrow
when we have need.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2023
All through the garden
the hum of the buzzing
holds the space,
keeps a little distance,
bids me take care
And though I can't enter
the temple of bumblebees,
I can bear witness
to the golden celebration,
each member replete
with their bright offering -
sun, flower, bee.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2023
Summer yields abundance -
the daily vegetables,
the daily herbs,
the daily use of them
The wide swing of the day before me,
the wind that bends these trees,
day after day,
and cools the house
The slow build now
of what will yield later -
in shade, in fruit,
in magnanimity
All these things breathe
as one, they join hands
in their common purpose,
they knit together to show us all
how we can do it,
how we are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2023
We've seen analogies for this -
as a concept, it's not strange,
but to experience the touch,
the sudden influx of awareness,
the connection with the infinite
that lights us up with power and reveals
the web of which we all are members,
that gives us access to each other
and to all that we aspire to -
that is something much more than electrifying -
it is understanding, it's illumination,
it's fulfillment, it's identity,
it's home.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2023
The main relearning in all of this
is who I am -
many other facts follow:
the presence of the infinite
and how it feeds me,
the way that "me" refocuses
from thing that casts a shadow
to the light between,
so I no longer
deal haplessly in consequences,
but instead
ride the universal chords of now.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2023
Evening light washes through the house,
most of its heat relieved by wind,
but apparently still able to zap me
with the memory of noonday sun,
the sweat and the burrs of the work with wood,
and how I wanted to sleep, after
So we will take a small rest,
wait for the sun to go behind the hill,
and then prepare for our day's final task -
to heft the crusty dusty logs again.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2023
I start to find my home
in the web of consciousness -
I visualize it
standing behind
the world as I had formerly defined it
I see the fine net,
network of intelligence,
the present definition
of what has to be,
I feel the net light up,
and the euphoria
of moving through its branched infinity
Whatever lies may have been laid down,
they have no place, no way to hold sway -
the presence of the All Mind
is all that can be found,
its brilliant thought takes up the whole space
And you are showed, here,
who you have always been,
you are showed what you can now be,
the layered truth holds you on all scales,
so tight you have to know
that you are free.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2023
