Author Archives: Wendy

Magnuson Park, Mid October, 4 p.m.

Posted on by
Reply

Windless, sunlit afternoon —
The lake has grown smooth and bright,
subtle colors — mauve and silver,
powder blue and olive,
dark blue lines cut through by speeding boats,
waves rolling in towards shore.

We feel the satisfaction of momentum —
things that, now started, will move out on their own
while we bask in solid comfort
of companionship and Sunday
(the waves turn at the shore and bound out,
rippling like animal muscle)
where we have suspended time,
for now.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2013


Evening music, home

Posted on by
Reply

Rich textures of sound
invite me to close my eyes,
to open up the inner view
on which the images can be portrayed.
They play out
in that deep, spherical realm
that opens out above, in front, beneath me,
they fold and recombine
in colors and in forms,
invite my movement,
invite my song.

And when I join them
I can feel how this world intersects
the one my open eyes can see
just like reflections
from these inside rooms
intersect the outside scene.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2013


Casting

Posted on by
Reply

We may love stories
but stories are not our home —
We will feel trapped
if cast in roles
as archetype, as foil,
as heroine, as villain —
We are made to move 
within a larger sphere.

Since I don’t want to be
a character in someone else’s story,
let me refrain from casting others
and let me dwell in no narrative,
place no significance
on the deposit of dialog,
the layered development of events.

This day’s assertion of itself
needs no story,
just my steady attention,
no arcane analysis,
just my love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2013


Love’s Calling

Posted on by
Reply

Your essence emerges —
matrix, vortex, center —
The infinite converges
and flows through —
Effortless abundance.

You stand,
your gifts pouring forth
from your open hands,
your warming core
providing incubation.
Your inherent love
shines out unbidden, reflexive,
an unintended beacon,
still guiding true.

You are right:
You’re here because
you have been called.
Your answering ensures
the need is met.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2013


Your Hunger

Posted on by
1

Ah, your hunger
is so attractive —
the way it pulses
the chords of life’s imperative.
The ready urgency
brings out the wild in you,
edge of aliveness,
the non-negotiable.

And it brings out
the mother in me,
the one whose deepest joy
is to feed you what you need,
to see the frank pleasure
in your receiving it.
To see you satisfied
may be the deepest gift
you give me. So your hunger
makes me crave your presence.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2013


Sun showers

Posted on by
Reply

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

Posted on by
Reply

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

Posted on by
Reply

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

Posted on by
Reply

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

Posted on by
Reply
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