I took a moment to receive
the companionship of softly dripping skies,
and clouds illumined by some moon through them –
the quietness of being outside
as night rolls through the land
Inside, we have the light, the fire, the music,
and the same equilibrium smoothing everything,
filling the crags with smiles.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2023
In the field of calm
nothing is disturbed –
the patterns and the colors grow together,
their harmony locks in,
and the resounding hum
rises in reverberating light,
clear and true
It doesn’t matter whether my words
were right on or not,
or whether they were received –
the field itself holds the message
and imparts it
to you and me the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2022
Calm, calm,
calm.
Storms can’t go on forever –
the mind finds its equilibrium
What rants and chatters
in the end must cease –
the natural state of mind
is an abiding peace
This you can feel,
this you can know for sure –
this peace is real,
its truth your certain cure.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2022
My mind can yaw like a boat –
a slight suggestion
can set up magnifying waves –
my efforts to correct them
just makes it worse –
sets things rocking even more
My thought can drop like a rock
below the surface
where the waves don’t reach,
I can take refuge
beneath the words and the reactions
in the silent depths
where everything is still
There is an underlying law,
there is a calming,
though on my own I couldn’t steady
what has been riled up –
I can perceive it
as hope, as homing,
that stills the sea and sets all things to right.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2022
Still walking through the wilderness
exclaiming over still another tree,
marveling at still another vista,
sizing up another rugged climb
Thinking once again
of what there is to tell you,
noticing how nothing
and everything
is new –
could be the same report
I give you every time,
my open eyed surprise at what is true
But I can tell you this –
today, I felt a great calm,
like a still lake,
like deep reflection,
today I felt that everything
is in its perfect place,
and that this truth must surface
in our time.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2022
The little minds may rush around,
leaving trails like worm tracks under bark,
trying to figure out
how to get the best
and how to keep away from what would harm
The one Mind never joins the frenzy.
That which fills all space
has no need to move.
That which loves infinitely
with no conditions
has no need to keep track
of wins or losses
The little minds may yearn and sigh for calm,
the calm they only find within the All-knowing
whose omnipresence circles them so fully
they let their worries and agendas go.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 20, 2021
A pale pink dawn
through soul-colored catkins,
the quiet songs of things
along my daily rounds,
clinks and clicks and shuffles,
heater noises, water sounds,
the rhythm of calm, the routine
of each thing in its place —
these serve to hold the ground
against the heave.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2018