Sun showers

Sun and rain share easy space

in autumn sky —

light-drenched drops plunge and bounce,

sparkles dance with shadows

on wet pavement

and the day’s mood swings swiftly

from stern to gracious,

from glad to somber.

Places of convergence

delight in their strange mix

and how they wake us up.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 8, 2013

Cloud Cover

Through the dark hours,

clouds raced on their night errands

accompanied by trees’ rush and wind chimes,

fleeting across the sky

(stars peering through from their distant field)

Early morning finds them running late —

patches of emergent blue not yet hidden —

but they’re moving with grand momentum,

sure they’ll have it covered

by sunrise.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 7, 2013

State of the Union

Traversing once again

the thoughtscapes

we have created

and called the world,

I see so many fractured structures,

so many castles

that clearly are pretend,

the fabrications

of such manipulations

that what I find most hard to understand

is how we ever thought they’d hold our weight.

But wait —

Even now they are shifting

more clearly into dream

and we are still standing,

yet not on nothing,

So there must be 

(and must have always been)

something here that holds us up,

some essential structure

that is not broken

and will sustain us still

when everything falls down.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 5, 2013

Like a Mocha

Beneath the froth of stories

is the thick, rich liquid,

hot and satisfying,

that is my reason

to sip this drink of you.

In the dark converging

of all that’s potent,

I take you in.

I wanted to get to this point,

held my lips closed

to keep out the superfluous,

to feel the rush of you

come up from underneath.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 4, 2013

Generativity

The daily bread we’re given

is always enough

to feed five thousand —

We are provided

not for just survival

but for all the generosity

we can fathom,

all the love

we are willing to extend,

all the abundance

we can comprehend.

It’s not enough

to think we have a small pittance

that covers us and no one else,

that we must hoard, hide, and defend.

We are designed

to be an open flow.

“Love your neighbor as yourself”

can also mean

Love your neighbor as who you are —

Love your neighbor as love.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 3, 2013

What I’m here for

I have these eyes —

this intersection of perception,

this way of seeing

I have this truth at my core

that gives me context

to interpret what is here,

to understand the law

that flows in everything

I have this love

(not made by me

but found in me, as me)

It is my life to be it,

to insist that it illumine

all that I behold,

so bearing witness

with my eyes, my truth, my love

to what I am,

to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 2, 2013

Take Heart

Walk in peace,

for none of this

has ever touched you.

No circling, tossing tides

can surge into your calm.

You are held 
in the Mind

that thinks up everything —

It thinks up you

as clearly and as firmly

as it thinks the stars.

It thinks you through and through —

It fashions everything you are —

no gaps nor fuzziness, 

confusion nor regrets.

Walk in peace,

for Mind is holding you

in cherished ease,

fully enfolding you.

There is no moment

where it blinks out

and so your being

is ever clear.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 1, 2013