I am no longer willing
to let just any thoughts
set themselves up like spiders
in my mind, constructing their cobwebs,
leaving their frass about
My mind is my temple,
my mind is my citadel,
and all the thoughts are called to service -
they must radiate
the great calm of truth,
they must establish peace
and see it take hold
within the whole of me
and all throughout the land.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2021i
Saturday night and we crashed out
after our swim, before your supper
(but not before mine)
and didn't get up
till I had to get lanterns
to see to prepare your meal
Saturday night after the wind
blew the bank of clouds in,
trees dropping needles,
lifting their limbs,
sending the rush of the wind wave
like stories through their throng,
standing still afterwards,
drifting towards darkness
Saturday night and you thought
you might like
some people to talk to,
some night life to see
but the life of the night here
is coolness and crickets
and what we can find in our dreams.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 7, 2021i
If we share one body,
it must be embodiment,
must be that pressing up against the edge
that lets us move in perfect fit,
that lets us feel there's nothing between
us and the impulse, the precise knowing
of where we are to be -
must be that satisfaction
of having been the dance itself,
of being the very art,
fully in tune
If we are one body,
we must know how we each feel,
must feel the same press within
and so innately follow
all of the intentions
and attentions, all the powering desire -
we must know how,
within our body,
to be one.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 6, 2021i
Today we had
no rain, but a fair amount of needle fall,
no work (at least not much)
but a fair amount of dreaming,
some planning and some cooking
and some basic gratitude,
a fair amount of peace
and half-acknowledged plenitude.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 5, 2021i
This is my prayer -
to see you,
to always see you
and not be fooled
by any of the demons
which claim to have moved in,
which use your voice to shout
and say things
you would never say
This is my prayer -
to see you
whole and innocent and droll,
affluent and generous,
bright shiny of Soul.©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2021i
Come find me -
I'm stuck in this heat
like a fly in honey,
too sticky to move,
to trapped to sleep
Come find me,
move like melting ice,
like flowing water,
remind me why I'm here
and what I live for
Be my Mind, my Spirit,
be my breath, my cool,
soak me as with rain,
and give the land and trees
their needed drink, too.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2021
It can still seem like a long slow trek
through heat and drought
till the rains come,
but August also starts to offer
glimmers of civility -
dawn a little later,
sunset sooner,
the beat of heat
a little shorter,
and these weightless moments
where time floats in golden glow,
and crickets and grasses,
turkeys and deer,
bracken and fir
go about their lives,
where presence is sufficient,
holding and deserving all attention,
compelling us
with the eternal now.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2021
