Thursday, May 24, 2018

Now you see it, now you don’t

It isn’t that I’ve lost the will to live,
it’s just that I’m so tired
of how I keep on running back
to the same old holes,
empty though they’ve always been —
keep on anticipating
that my thirst will finally be quenched

What does it take
to not be left again along the bank —
to ride the flow all the way down
to where I lose those habits
of seeking where there’s nothing
and missing the deep healing of the day?

©Wendy Mulhern

May 24, 2018

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

My life now

I learn the nature of myself
by what floats
and what sinks,
what opens up a grand expansiveness,
what traps me, lost, within its maze

I let each feeling have its say —
some leave me helpless,
some make me strong,
some will remain and some will pass away,
some are empowering,
none are wrong

I won’t direct the process
but I will be sifted,
I will not save myself
but I will still be lifted,
I’ll let the truth distill
the deeper gifts,
that shine the will to live,
that fill my life.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 22, 2018

Monday, May 21, 2018


We get into the rhythm of the work,
pneumatic nail gun and the air compressor,
the scratch of asphalt shingles laid down against each other,
the soothing arc of our repeated motion

It smells like blossoms when we stop and notice,
the air is warm enough, cool enough too —
while many pieces of our lives are scattered,
this work is something we can do

The birds are taking up their evening chorus,
smells of people’s dinners join the breeze,
it feels like it’s a mode we could continue
for another couple years at least —
could be the course we take, the path we climb
unless, until, we’re lifted out of time.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 21, 2018

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Tree Therapy

We walk hand in hand,
we look at trees in the park,
we feel the warmth of the sun.
Some things we don’t need to talk about,
some things we do

I had a dream in the morning
where our girl came back to us
at any age she wanted, at any time.
I counted it for true
and I was happy,
but it didn’t end the need to cry

There’s much more to us
than the stories we could make about ourselves.
Every part needs to come along with us,
every part needs to be healed.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 20, 2018

Saturday, May 19, 2018


I walk these steps as if they were floes,
shifting under me like something
that sits on liquid —
I am surprised I don’t feel more jostled

Something steadies me. Something like
light projecting my image over this surface,
so I’m never really needing
to catch my balance

Where I am exactly
is not clear to me, nor am I sure
of where I’ve ever been.
But it feels right to be here
and to keep walking.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 19, 2018

Friday, May 18, 2018

Sweeping down the centuries

Time is of no more use to me.
I’ve been forced to give it up.
From now on I will approach it broadsides,
I will move in the current
where our growing awareness of Spirit
sweeps up all the broken dreams of history,
sets to right every small and large sadness
that ever occurred,
unites us with our past and future generations
and chimes a chorus
that will echo throughout the vast eternity
where there is time no longer.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2018

Wednesday, May 16, 2018


We tried to go back to the old hills
but they were gone, tried to navigate
the once familiar paths,
but after walking them awhile
we could tell that we were blind
and couldn’t see the markers

Strangely, we could also tell
that we had never seen them —
we had been content with blindness before —
now we can’t abide it
and we would rather
not take any steps except
when walking in the light,
not say anything
unless we know it’s true.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 16, 2018