Tag Archives: consciousness

Net

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I start to find my home
in the web of consciousness  –
I visualize it
standing behind
the world as I had formerly defined it

I see the fine net,
network of intelligence,
the present definition
of what has to be,
I feel the net light up,
and the euphoria
of moving through its branched infinity

Whatever lies may have been laid down,
they have no place, no way to hold sway –
the presence of the All Mind
is all that can be found,
its brilliant thought takes up the whole space

And you are showed, here,
who you have always been,
you are showed what you can now be,
the layered truth holds you on all scales,
so tight you have to know
that you are free.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2023

Flow

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Take me, take me along
this singing rumbling tumbling flow,
and though we speak of gravity,
and though I feel it,
throughout this run
there is no foreign force exerted

All is mindful here,
from molecule to glint of light,
to leaves submerged and floating,
to swirling and cavorting waves
and branches leaning, catching

All is mindful here
and each contributes
what defines itself
and how it fills the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2023

Tone

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As my tone of thought grows firmer,
the dispiriting voices
with their barbed and stinging filaments
are exposed  –
there is less space for them to hide in semi-consciousness  –
they can no longer pose as part of me

No strings that could be pulled by foreign agents,
no voices that result in giving up,
no inclination to conceal a faulty motivation
will get to be presented as my thought

They are squeezed out
and I become more vigilant,
learning myself in the new strength that stays.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 26, 2023

Sweet company

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In moments I fathom
having never touched down
into bone, into skull,
into what can be alone  –
having never come to think
that I could be destroyed
or even lost – sitting present
in the sweet company
of consciousness itself,
which by its nature
is comprised of knowing,
and knows the feather movements
and the grand turnings  –
rivers of awareness,
oceans of connection  –
this being what is me,
this being what is us –
galaxies of bright communication,
universe of intermingled song.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2023

Intergalactic

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From our solitary journeys
we may look out and see each other
suddenly illumined,
our pods rendered transparent
in their singular traverse
across the universe of sound and space

So we are sounded,
so we are known,
and the concepts of together, alone,
are subsumed in the vaster context,
center and circumference
(if only for a moment)
grasped as one.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 7, 2021

Citadel

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I’m not waiting
for something to happen
(nothing ever comes about that way)

I’m coming back instead
to guard my citadel
(which, before this, I didn’t even know I had)

A citadel that I can furnish
with warm lights
and soft corners to inhabit,
with knowledge of the truth imparting sacred peace

And when it’s set, and when it’s centered,
when it’s clear,
I can invite others in,
I can bring them in to share
this all transforming calm.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2020

Otherworlding

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Well, I suppose we all
live in different worlds
and intersect each other
tenuously, along the meanings
of words and gestures
and a set of frames
we each call every day

And only in haphazard ways
sustain the prevalent illusion
of having a shared world
and similar perceptions

And so it’s not so strange, perhaps
to see the old man otherworlding,
slouching and nodding, sleeping in his chair,
and waking, seeming that he doesn’t see us,
or making statements
from some other when and where

I guess we choose our levels
of intersection, how much we work
on depth in our connections,
how much we try to reconcile
what others see with that which we perceive

Perhaps he’s tired of working at it
(and also never really tried)
and now he simply drifts,
or else he chose to leave.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2017