Long after dark, as night drifts on,
I wait for motes to settle,
but they don’t, they float –
what do they know of gravity?
I sink deeper into myself,
beneath the weighting of importance –
everything is equal here,
everything is loved
And nothing that aspired to dominate
can touch any of this –
its motion and its stillness
are undisturbed
What holds them here
stays close around them,
cushions their essence
in perfect peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2023
Could be a thing you think of
as a little tiny speck, a mote
carried by the wind
that chanced to land –
a thing so insignificant
it isn’t even worthy of a mention
Could be the thing you think is small
was never elsewhere, never
drifted with the wind, never alighted here,
but is a place where the concealing paint has chipped –
could be that fleck of gold
reveals the whole of what you are,
and when you’ve seen it once,
you’ll see it more and more
and will discover,
despite whatever you had thought,
it is more weighty
than anything you’d ever known before.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2022
Waves of worry
like April snow
whirl and do not settle,
though they are few
It takes a little rain,
a little rainbow,
the next communication
and a deep breath
It takes rethinking
what life’s essence is,
its resources and causes,
what gives the power to live
And worry is more than gone,
forgotten as April snow,
no trace of it remaining
in the resurgent sun.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2022
Every lovely thing must learn its source.
Reflections may become choppy,
light deflected and dispersed,
connections may be missing,
purpose lost,
and evidence of essence may seem dim
No loveliness is lovely on its own,
no truth is isolated,
the yearning for more light leads each one home
to where the precious essence is renewed
No mirror can sustain itself as sun,
nor can it be deprived of its desire,
the source awaits for everyone to turn
to find the shine that lights their inner fire.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2021
For one moment the sun today
looked like the moon last night —
white disk with clouds around it
A moment later
light flooded out of the circle,
the limit overcome, the essence revealed.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2017