Footsteps

 

There's what you intuit
and how you pursue it,
the stuff that would block you
and how you move through it

The choice day by day
to be free from enslavement,
the  vigilant struggle,
once free, to remain so

You can't have an enemy
without being one.
You can't be a light
without sharing it.

You can't understand
the goodness of creation
without knowing
how good you are yourself.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2022

Safe Harbor

 

A way to find safe harbor

is to be one - this I feel today,
having extended welcome,
and still basking in the comfort
of that simple act

More than words and gestures, I think,
the heart behind it -
that offering served to open the way
for me, too, to sail in
to where the breezes and ripples
are kind.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 8, 2022

Meeting

 

The fog walks lofty
across the distant trees
in the early morning

The sun glows bright
across the grass
just before it sets

The sense within me
that calls it beauty
meets these scenes with joy.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 7, 2022

Tributary

 

Consider the state
of not needing to say anything,
just hearing the sounds of the day
collected now in memory - conversation
and the whir of various instruments.
Memory, too, of how the sun warmed the air,
and brought out the scent of earth

And there were true things to communicate
but no sense of need
to be seen or understood,
and now there is the imprint
of having spoken,
but no further purpose for the words.
After all, it's not my role
to make a story of the day -
I fall in, like creek into river,
tributary to Spirit alone.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 6, 2022

Birds in the oak

 

The sun and the company invited us
to fly down the day
like it was a long grass hill,
our arms out wide,
embracing the air as it rushed by,
trusting our feet to navigate,
trusting the curve of the hill
to bring us out safe

Birds in the oak tree celebrated
collective being,
singing, flying, returning.
We celebrated too,
Life having its way of calling us
just like that.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2022

Longer Days

 

Everyone sings of longer days  -
the wheeling geese, perambulating turkeys,
two kinds of blackbirds in the pasture oak.
After dark, the frogs sing in the northern pond.
The ease we feel  - it seems we all are led
to reach out and share it,
to make sure everyone enjoys
the coming light.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2022

Right of Being

 

I feel us coming conscious
of a simple fact, the truth of which
unpins a whole metropolis,
all its intricate relations and
exacting machinations
imploding
into
irrelevance

I feel the mirth of it,
the little ripple that becomes a laugh,
the rolling freedom rising up,
the waves of burdens
falling off, falling off
and now gone

Much larger than a birthright,
this right of being settles in,
this not needing to earn or prove
anything, this priceless value
of each of us
is everything we ever need.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2022