It's strange to find ourselves
living in the house
(although it's not finished,
although it's not furnished)
And to think how these walls,
this roof, these doors and windows,
keep us warm and dry -
a place that wasn't even here
four years ago,
a place that couldn't shelter us
till now
I feel the wildness
of the great outside,
just beyond the walls,
all around the house,
the daily swings
of temperature and moisture,
that we can step out into
and commune with anytime,
but can be shielded from
when we want.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2021
In the deepest reaches of your being
the jewel of humility
is ready to shine,
its pearly surface
catching the light,
showing itself beautiful,
casting its luminescence,
pure and iridescent,
rendering you enchanting.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7 2021
The rain is not something we have earned,
nor did we earn those morning moments
before it came,
when light and leaf and cloud
revealed their splendor
But it is something we can revel in -
its sound on the roof, the quails
running around snatching up seeds,
the deer skittish as they browse,
the ground greening and softening
It is something that brings up gratitude,
like subtle colors deepening in contrast,
like clover seedlings springing from the soil.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2021
Dust can't array itself
against a river
No amount of intricate
setting of snares
to catch and defraud,
to frame and denature
and marginalize
have any power
to halt or turn or block
in any way
the quick and vital current
of your being
Dust finally
has nothing to say at all.
The river of you runs clear
and wild and full,
loving every bank and turn and fall,
singing of its cause, its source,
its all.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2021
Alchemy has become
a popular word,
and I, for one, have experienced
that perfect balancing
where suddenly
all that came from me was gold -
truth from my mouth,
light from my being
But I need a deeper practice,
for my goal is not the sense
of being lit up from within,
but the illumination
that renders all the rumors of the shadow
irrelevant, forgotten, as they are,
in the bold line and color
of the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2021
Well, I have to remind myself each morning,
have to go back to it again
however many times in the day
I feel myself slipping
Follow the cause lines back
through the tendrils of my longing
and the flitting lights of my desire,
under and over the fears and blocked places
back to where the light comes clear
and the desire flames without guttering,
and everything in my being
that needs to be nourished
finds its connection to what feeds it
I have to go back
so I can start from there,
so what I am can flow freely
all the way down to where I find myself,
all the way through to what fills my days
with the giving of my gift
and the holy song of praise.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2021
The land holds happiness within,
deeper than the roots of trees
that pull it up
I can tell because of the laughing clown dance
I did with my shadow,
for no particular reason
while running down to the cabin, twice
And the way the nip in October's wind
brought forth a sense of excitement,
and the way we settled into cozy
so easily, once we decided to stay home.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2021
