Patience

This is the patient work:
letting every frond unfold,
fronds within fronds, fractally onward,

Letting each discovery
be its own wonder,
newness blazing out,
connections coming back around

Being on the ground
and letting every step be grounded,
no perception skipped over, glossed over,
taken as a given

Thus will every moment feel its value,
all the beings know their solid worth,
each idea unfold in pure perfection,
heaven well established in the earth.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2023

Soft

Tonight we feel
we can settle down softly,
like snow, like radiant heat.
We can be soft with ourselves
for the work we haven’t done,
for the time we need
to gather resolution
for the final push

Tonight we feel
we have been filled with friendship,
and can use its model
to walk our way out
of the pit of isolation,
till what we see as distant stars
become our beacons
and our beacons
become our light.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2021

In Due Course

When you ask a question like that,
do you listen for the answer?
Are you willing to let the question
seek its course, like the tendrils
that reach into memory,
like the seeping of water
down and down, through the soil?

Not hearing an answer
is often the result
of speaking again too soon,
throwing your voice against
what sounds like nothing
but is really the seeping and seeking
of the question,
which will bring back it’s answer
in the fruition of your patience.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2021

The time it takes

We’ve learned to be patient
with things that take time  –
so many things take so much more time
than we imagined

Imagining can be a first step.
So can starting up early,
getting things going so they can be ready  –
a fire of coals, a boiling kettle,
the readiness to listen and receive

Up here in the city we still wait –
for our ancient laptops
and our sluggish internet.
Patience remains useful,
as does foresight, and preparation,
not overwhelming what our hands can hold,
just willingness to let each thing unfold.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2021

The Fruits of Waiting

A soft day —
a day for the lessons of patience,
of things still waiting in winter rain,
the colors that shine
while the brighter ones are gone

I struggled through the morning’s low
to find these — the fruits
of going slow,
slow enough to mute
any opinions
and let the inner structures
take as long as they need to
to speak for themselves.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 6, 2020

Snail’s Pace

And in the ponderous time
it seems to take
to do the simple tasks,
may we gain experience
in presence, and in gratitude,
in noticing, in overcoming

And how we find our rhythm
with all the things that don’t need clocks,
that arc along the day
according to their own grace,
the kiss of rain or sun
enough to crown their deeds.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2018