End of April

 

Joy's Promise

 

The promise of joy
is not distant, after all  -
is not based on conditions to be met

The promise of joy shines brighter
than the jagged fear edges
through which it breaks

and ultimately
it doesn't need to overcome them -
in its brilliance nothing else
has any presence

For joy is even more than promise  -
it is our natural state,
the breath of life before the world began
which knits us, breath by breath,
with our I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2022

Ready

 

This morning I let myself imagine

a happy future  - nothing special, really  -
just a family, and some bubbling love
and easy music - just the overflow
of joy engendered in simple presence,
children, and parental bonds
showing life to be so far beyond
what could be bought, or sold, or planned.
And it was plenty, such that I could relax
into the days to come,
open armed and ready to receive.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2022

Dis

 

Let me not be dismayed
or distracted

Let me remember
how I am made
and my source of traction

Let me dismiss the tale
and dismantle the constructs
so I can miss the trap
and take up the mantle

Let me not be quick to dis
but rather focus on what is.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2022

Knowing

 

There isn't a state of not knowing.
There isn't a state of not loving.

I hold this compass up
against confusing thought scapes,
the maze tight corridors
through which my sights
for so long have been channeled

I will learn this lesson
from all who know it -
from trees, and from grasses,
and from anyone
who with humility and wonder
has plied their art for long enough
to make it be their teacher

We live in knowing
and we live in love
and in their practice
we will make the net
that heals the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2022

A kind of happy

 rejoicing in the many ways

to revel in the grace of days

The way it feels to walk the land,
which, even in the mist and rain,
enchants, the way you saw me there
and how it made you happy,
and how you came across the grass to tell me

The things we think we need to do
shift and settle. We release the sense
of all we should have done by now.
Outside, the scene glides into darkness,
the fire's reflection occupies the window.
We know no more now
than we knew this morning,
but perhaps we can allow ourselves
to be at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2022

Every Encounter

 

Touching you
lets me touch into
all that is real
of you, of me -
it lifts my view to take in
the grander frame that governs us,
the laws by which we always
brighten each other, and so illumine
all the glory in which we
and every life
are blissfully entwined.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2022

No Void

 

There is no condemnation
when seeing through the eyes of love,
and when there is no void
there is no fear

There is no separation
when seeing with the Mind of One,
and where there is no void
all things are clear

And as we learn to have no lens
to focus on what isn't,
truth's continuity fills up our sight
and leads us out of prison.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2022

Service

 

It may seem easy
(thanks to force of habit)
for me to see the opportunity
to serve some lofty goal
if only I were there instead of here

The service here
is far more humble,
and may seem almost pointless for its smallness
(voices say not even worth the effort)

And yet this frame,
the one my eyes see out from,
this moment, and the things that I might think,
this truth, from which my love arises,
is the only point of action that I have

I move, my thought moves,
and I bring this with me -
the way to see, to love, and to uplift,
the present place where I can bring forth blessing,
a constant portal to the infinite.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 20, 2022

Sun break

 Satisfaction floods like sun breaks,

full redemption for squallish complaints -
I step outside crowned with it,
for we are here,
and here is where we most want to be
and what we most want to be doing

Fruition comes in many stages -
well before blossoms, the evening light
can be a joy harvest,
the exaltation of new green
is also a kind of fruit.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 19, 2022

Guidance

 

I finally give up
trying to steer the course,
bruised by my blindness,
and my effort, and my faulty tools

I acknowledge
that I am neither judge nor maker,
but can be guided
by the light that powers my being,
strong and steady, and clear enough
to bring exactly what I needed
even if I didn't know it yet.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2022

Embrace

 

Gratefully I receive
tutelage in Love's intelligence,
which teaches me to drop
uneasy vibes of being judged
and come home to my love's source,
which is so vast, it can subsume
any judgment, any wound -
it can embrace the whole of anyone
so thoroughly
that even the tiniest shards of ice
melt away.


©Wendy Mulhern
April 15, 2022

Every Seed

 

And I, too, can know
the latent competence a seed knows -
its curled up exultation,
dynamic of the power to become

I too can feel
encapsulated laughter
ready to burst forth
at the sheer enormity of what can develop
in me and through me,
just like everyone,
every soul, every seed.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 13, 2022

Processes

 

Things go through changes  -
clouds turning in on each other
drifting beyond the wires,
moon in its cycles,
changing its timing and size

Some processes are light
and some are forceful  -
wind and gravity,
flood and fire

And in their crucible,
that which never changes
emerges pure,
again and again remembered,
transfigured, rendered ...

It is the same with us,
these days, these seasons,
as we sweep through these great flows
and reemerge.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 12, 2022

Embodiment

 

Awaken all my molecules,
lead me as a swarm, a convocation,
incite me in unison  - I will move
not by directive but by acclamation

There is one Spirit
filling every here,
and as it moves,
everything does

This is ubiquitous as spring,
common and miraculous  -
it touches us each in a singular way,
it touches us all the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 11, 2022

Illumination

 

In small moments, we come around
to knowing who we are -
each time removing us
from grid-based definitions,
from categories and from grades

We know ourselves more fully
in the moments to which words
can only come after,
silent in prediction or prescription
but eloquent in poetic wonder,
tracing the illumination of contact,
chronicalling the joinery of Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2022

Worry

 

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

True Gifts

 

When freed from their shells
the gifts course through you,
providing structure
responsive as trees,
springing with their corded light
to bud as life,
remaining in your memory
as part of who you are

These gifts can't miss or fade -
they will multiply
in what you are
and what you give in turn.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2022

When it comes down to it

 

Everything is very simple
when it comes down to core desires  -
what we want, anyone can give us
and we can give it to anyone

If we understand even just a little
of the truth of this,
we can begin to practice it.
Why wouldn't we? This is an awesome power -
to bypass all the petty issues
of judgment, criticism, worth,
and simply give each other what we need.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 6, 2022

Find me here

 

So sweet it is to find
how spring touches everything,
here, just as where we were before -
how light affirms
that each of us has our opening,
our place to bloom, our fragrance -

Home springs out from our breath and our movement,
taking in the present blessing,
blessing each place where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2022

Repose

 

The days are full  -
we come to the end of them
and fall back into ourselves,
drifting at an angle
through the colors behind closed eyes,
feeling the weavings of consciousness
float loose. My pen stops.
Could be quite some time I've sat here
in the weightless comfort of repose.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2022

In conversation about God

 

No need to postulate a puppeteer
pulling strings to move things to his will

You could as well consider
the element of goodness
present in every particle,
lifting each in its own buoyancy of joy,
none of them orchestrated,
none moved by some external will

But each in the imperative of essence
exercising that which goodness does,
joining and celebrating, lifting the collective
through being what it most desires to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2022