Returning rain reminds us
nothing is static,
and nothing progresses in a straight line -
so many curves converge,
and this point, right now,
is the continuing apex of grace,
stillness through which seasons move
and strong arcs of support
are formed.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 31, 2023
These days, officious yellowjackets
throng to our every task -
hanging laundry, chopping wood,
installing siding
And they seem to want to know -
Where's the cutlet that I ordered?
Who's in charge here? And why
was I not told about these plans before?
Could be the season,
or my own myopia,
not speaking yellowjacket, not hearing
the urgent message they would relay
Or maybe, like New Yorkers,
and other eager noisy social beings,
they have a rhythm
that works just fine for them,
and who am I to question what they do?
©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2023
We wake up
to find we are born with
a love for everything
that can say "I am" -
with its sensing, with its moving,
with the patterns it reprises
in its living, in its growth
It's the individuality
of all these things,
and all these people,
that points to the infinity of Love,
big enough to intimately know
each one of us,
warm and bright enough
to fully care.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2023
And if, in a step, in a sync,
in a settling, things come together
where once they were distant
And with an easy tuning,
a chord suddenly rings sweet,
and with an easy leaning in,
we regain balance
Then we may know
that behind all these things,
the steady law of Life, of Love,
pulses constant - its rhythm
sings us ever home
in harmony and peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2023
Waiting as the cymbal's tremble
moves from crash to dissipation,
waiting in the space defined
by its detonation,
waiting to see where I'll find myself
once the sound has settled
I could go on, then, as if
my inner membranes had not arrested their normal breathing
as they reverberated.
I could make a big story about it,
a problem, a set of things
that need redress
Or I could let the silence become attuned,
let it deepen,
go with it to the primal order,
align with trees, and night, and stone,
and seek the sight of stars.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2023
We each took hold of a small piece,
and we began to rise, together -
no one of us could bear the weight,
but all of us, it seems, could manage
Then suddenly, we are propelled -
a lift we didn't generate
has taken hold.
What seemed so hard for us to bear
is bearing us, and we are flying
This is an ancient truth
that always has been here,
this is the lift that we have learned
by doing.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2023
Once again, it's obvious
I can't hold this up on my own,
can't hold the line against
the booming voice of doom
But that's alright,
for I don't have to.
You hold me up,
and everything pertaining to me.
I can wake to see
what you have prepared,
how you so comprehensively
hold us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2023
