In the Allness

In the pearly deep blue Allness

you can’t fall. Or rather,

none of your fallings matter —

it catches you, cradles you,

sees you clean, rekindles your light,

sets in order everything that slipped

In the starry endless Allness

you can’t fail. Or rather,

none of your failings matter.

The Love that loves you

never is impressed

by any of those sorry frames.

The Love that loves you

always sees you clear.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 30, 2018

Mending

Family folds us in

in ways we didn’t know we could expect,

nets of connection bear us up,

many arms embrace us

So the mending begins,

of holes we mostly can’t even see,

things that must be obvious to others —

places we are leaking,

Why we seem to need to keep sleeping,

simple tasks that seem impossible —

At some time we will have to rise up

and reassume our former mantles.

But for now we’ll let ourselves be held

circled up in other people’s care.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 29, 2018

Surrender

I’ll take what is given,

this storm, with roaring winds

and rain that slaps itself through screens

and runs down panes,

this sleep,

these people whose threads

are so deeply interwoven with my fabric

that we feel each other’s tug,

each other’s strength,

this truth, which settles out

(today, in luminescent teal)

so clear, so unassailable,

awaiting, but not demanding

my surrender, my return

to where I was before the world began.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 27, 2018

Aquifer

We will sit

in the comfort of each other,

we will talk

of things we know,

we will find solace

in the solidness of bodies,

in the quiet light

of shared confidences

There is a way forward —

it may come in settling back,

back into what feeds our life flow,

the shared aquifer of truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 26, 2018

Colors of Heather

Behind me, to my left,

soft touch on my shoulder,

what I also see on sunlit trees —

pale golden yellow, 

warm and sweet and gentle

Upward, to my right,

pearly opalescence,

tones of mauve and powder blue,

pure love, unflinching truth

Beneath me,

silver-dusted midnight blue

opening before my feet,

lit from some unseen source,

star path to infinity

These colors let me know you’re here,

waiting, with a patient smile

till I finish this bout of crying,

ready to comfort me when I look up.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 25, 2018

Battle

I will call it by its name.

I will not be afraid of it.

I will not fear that naming it

gives it power

I will not accept the ruse

that hiding it

could work in my favor,

I will not cringe around, masking my fear

that it may snake around and bite.

No. I will face it head on,

for it has no power

It is time for me to understand battle,

to array all of truth on my side

and not grant hidden force or mystery to evil,

but lay it bare and let it shrivel in the light.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 24, 2018

Lifting

Calmly we are instructed

to stop whatever it was we were doing,

whatever it was we were thinking,

and wait for the lifting,

the gentle sifting

where all the cold gray lumps

of worry, expectation, disappointment,

precipitate and fall away

and the pure joy

of flying in Soul’s murmuration

becomes the center

of what and where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 22, 2018

Message from Heather

Light rests on every life,

a gentle touch, a lifting breeze,

present reminder

of what makes our spirits rise

It shines amidst the bustle —

Whether noticed or ignored,

it is still there, and everyone

can feel it. Eventually, their inward light

will insist, and they will look up.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 21, 2018

Heart

Take me in to the heart of things —

I will pay the price,

I will leave behind 

whatever doesn’t fit.

I will pay it daily

so I can enter empty,

ready to respond,

ready to be filled.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 19, 2018

Transparent

Well, I’m more transparent now,

it seems. Like I’ve part way come with you

into the place where these weights

just fall through me. And the constraints

of time and space and body

don’t apply, at least as much

This state of me

is something I observe, and ponder,

and curiously feel what it’s like

to be (at least somewhat)

unbound by physics,

to be caught up in different motivation,

to move like light through my day.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 18, 2018

Going through it

wind driven rain

whips at the house,

rain falls through me

in waves, in recurring torrents

I’m like a spring tree,

my buds paused, my limbs wet,

water following its path

along my roots

I am not melting

though it may feel like it,

the soil will receive all of this —

my leaves will use it

to open out and grow.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 17, 2018

Carried

Sometimes it feels good

at least to imagine being carried,

at least to act as if the fate of the world

(or my small part of it)

doesn’t depend on the quality

of my thoughts, doesn’t depend on me

And indeed, this may be a key —

to unscrunch my eyebrows

and release the worry entailed

in thinking I have to drive something 

so much bigger than I am

Let this be a lesson to me,

that the soaring harmony of spheres

knows how to take care of itself.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 13, 2018

Humility

I took down my high wire act

(which, truth to tell, involved mere puppetry)

to stand in this soil

and breathe the air

of humility

It may be a long walk from here,

all along the ridged and valleyed land,

but my feet will learn to know the ground

and be satisfied.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 11, 2018

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

Incipient

You, too, will find yourself illumined,

fuzzy new edges full of light,

the growth within unstoppable,

though spring may seem to stumble,

Your essence pushing out

to meet the reaching day,

the thin wall between inner and outer light

tingling in anticipation,

incipient transformation.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 8, 2018

Dance, again

After long neglect

the music, when invited,

still fills my form,

the dance still transports me

I feel it like spring sap rising,

like sun on bark, on skin.

It reminds me what it’s like

to know I am alive,

to be something more

than a thing described, 

or a role, or one who waits —

It reminds me how life defines itself

fresh in each moment,

new in each breath.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 7, 2018

One Truth

Who can predict the consequence

of one truth restored, one thing

that had been unknown, now

deeply understood?

It may be a keystone, rebuilding the arch,

allowing the bridge to go across,

it may be the line that closes the circuit,

lighting up the house,

it may be a birthright, rendering royal

whole peoples, all along the course of history.

One truth may be all we need.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 6, 2018

Promises

Across this path the trees

have written of themselves,

their shadows elegant,

celebrating the gift of sunlight,

their gift to us who walk here

while the wind blows strong

and spring is still a promise

And promise is something

that we’re looking for,

along with any signs that clarify:

promises are not about the future,

promises express the grace of now.

©Wendy Mulhern

April 5, 2018