Day moon dives into clouds
after a long night of brightness -
cuddly blanket after dawn
Warmth sleeps in, but rises before noon,
and the day slowly becomes
balmy enough for bees
Frost has taken out the basil and tomatoes,
and most of the marigolds,
but there still are flowers to be found
And we are glad for indoor fire and music,
and comforts greeting us at end of day,
and we're glad for everything we're learning,
each with its brightness, all along the way.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2023
Liking is our nature -
this is what we are like -
we match ourselves point for point
with other beings, and are delighted
We like what wakes up currents
inside ourselves, reminding us
of what we are. We like
what mirrors back our goodness,
we like what makes us feel
that we are liked
Let us remember:
No part of our being
requires us to dislike -
there is no judge condemning us
for failing to be snooty,
or unforgiving,
or for siding with the enemy
(or other team)
We can understand what's true
by what we like,
what we are like.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 30, 2023
Go to sleep, to wake up
from the bad dream of the day,
the stewing fear, torment
of being cast as enemy
I've told myself to not be taken in,
but evidently I have failed
This is not my battle,
This is not my battle,
This is not my battle,
Let it go.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2023
In this game, my object
is to remember
(in the face of strident efforts to distract me)
the source of my perception and conclusions,
and what I settle in my mind as fact
So many times the adversary
tries to steal my pieces off the board,
or change mine out for something small and helpless,
or sell me something I can ill afford
My object is to see what's being done,
to put each piece back in its rightful place,
to never be the voice repeating lies,
and meet each challenge
with honesty and grace.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2023
The north wind whips the chill like a flag,
brisk snapping agaisnt skin, incursions
between the weave of clothing,
having chased away the damp cold of fog
that wandered mutely through the morning
Frost tonight, I well expect
(I picked the peppers in the afternoon)
and so we dip into the changes
I seem to never fathom
till they are here.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 27, 2023
Kindness overcomes confusion,
and being lost, and grave distrust
Kindness lights the way
to step between the layered lies
and not be caught -
it blows those webs away
and leaves the song of ancient memory
on lips and skin
The memory of who and where we were
before there ever was a tale of wrong,
the memory of who we've always been -
kind because we are
all of a kind.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 26, 2023
I will drop
into this quiet place,
into this cozy nest
where I am cherished and protected
I didn't make this nest,
and I can't make one for you,
but it is here
and you can drop in, too
This could be
the belly of a fish,
this could be your last fall
into desolation,
but what you find here
is the forever love,
the law that claims you as its own.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2023
