Thursday

Every week it’s suddenly Thursday,
and then Thursday’s gone

But all.of this tumble has nothing to do
with the progress at hand,
which rolls out like sine waves
from the turning of the wheel
and goes forth like thistle seeds released

I keep learning the same thing.
Every day it’s new.
Every day I am amazed to discover it

I’m like a spaceship setting off
across light years,
the universe unfolding and enfolding,
stars in every direction,
heartbeat present and insistent.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 9,  2021

Growing

(from the virtual biking philosopher’s notebook)

Not that you know more things,
but what you’ve always known
you know more deeply,
know what tumbling concatenations follow
from one truth,
know more things it disallows
by being true

Not that you grow into something you weren’t,
but what you are, you keep becoming,
grander and more like yourself than ever,
just like these firs.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2020

More on Last Days

Well, the world may end, he said,
but it won’t be due to
End of Days –
But rather that we finally
prove too stupid
to pull ourselves together

One thing we know –
No progress comes
from waiting for it,
nor does it come from protesting,
nor can we find it
by persuading others

It is a turning
in the atmosphere of mind,
each individual
claiming sovereignty,
it is unhitching from the trolley
of the common thought,
(what no one thinks, but thinks that others do)
that let’s us find our way
to being free.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 6, 2020


Action

I’m not content with idleness
but I must learn
not to be fooled
by inactivity that’s masked as motion —
things to do that don’t make any difference,
loopings of the mind that don’t go forward

In due respect
for source and power,
I must recognize
that Mind achieves its ends
and is the only cause of all my action

When Spirit moves,
the waters all move also,
immediate, decisive,
everything as fluid
as the thought comprising it,
everything responsive,
everything accomplished —
this is the model
for all I am to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2019

The Road Home

The road home was clear —
red lights streaming on ahead
but not too many,
no fog, no rain,
music to soothe
and some to keep us wide awake,
navigating traffic, hills, and bends

The road home is clear.
(We’ve learned, for now,
not to talk about it much —
it’s solo, after all,
and not negotiated)

When we arrive,
in some sense, in some aspect,
we may share with each other
what we have gained.
The road home
may not be always clear,
but we will own it,
we will persevere.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2018

Windfall

Plum colored plum leaves
swirl over each other
up the road,
gold leaves of birch and cherry
hold on against the wind,
windfall of fir branches and pine cones
half cover the street,
wind sings like traffic

It’s not so much a scatter
as a recombination,
this convocation of wind
and colored leaves, rain
and rays of sun —
release from former service
to the next gift,
coming into being
with the current of seasons
and moving onward.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2017

Markers

Nah, I’m not approaching
some kind of threshold —
no door advances towards me,
no conveyer bears me, willy nilly,
towards a place of change

My progress rather
is like the dawn
and the stately procession
of summer clouds

No reckoning, no tally,
just the roll of days
and the smile of light footfall,
barefoot communion,
electrifying praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2017

Little Steps

Let’s ride with glee
on our small spurts of progress,
like the first time, on a unicycle,
I rode three feet unaided —
Yes! This is a milestone —
it’s worth the exhilaration
even if I’m not ready yet
to join the circus

Success builds on success
like seedling leaves that sprout
from cotyledons and grow bigger,
each of them with a potential
new leaf behind its ear

We can celebrate
today’s small gains —
they will propel us
through the year.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2017

Going Forward

edward,pump

Up till now, our progress has felt
like water cresting —
surging and halting, rolling over itself,
seeming not to move
and threatening to flood
at the same time

Today we begin to see
the unfolding of it,
step by step —
all these will happen
but not all at once —

We will be ready
for everything as it comes,
our work —
to match our pace
with our breathing,
one breath at a time,
no more, no less,
riding the wave till it’s done.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 18, 2016