Overcome

 

This is just the beginning  -
new sense lending new sight,
truth always there - now known,
what this knowing gives rise to

I've been remembering
how love's currents feel inside me,
the rippling light streaming through,
opening me up, my willing
flowing following after where it leads

I've been thinking
of the other places this applies  -
all of them - what gets swept away,
but more importantly
what shines forth in its place.
Indeed, the world
is completely overcome.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2023

Traveling

 

Another day of moving through the holy place
of people traveling - me along with them,
immersing in the river of their efforts
and their individuality  -  how they are loved,
and how they long for love,
how their love is hidden, and how it shows

I travel smooth, I travel filled with joy,
for all of us are hoping to be seen,
and everyone I truly see
elates my heart,
and in that seeing,
I am fully blessed.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2023

Sweetness

 

Each of us grasps at the sweet threads –
filaments of possibility  –
hoping they will pull us
into the deep source

They trail from hopes, from stories,
which tell of how to catch them,
but if we fail to win the stories’ ending,
there’s no need to despair –
those endings may deliver fine true love,
but the sweetness also is right here,
and we can feel it everywhere.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2023

Intelligence

 

In being aware of intelligence everywhere,
I feel at peace and companioned.
All of these trees are making their choices,
all of these grasses,
all of these insects,
choosing their paths as intelligence leads them,
feeling the joy that it gives

All of these people are miracles,
webs of awareness, makers of points of view,
each one the center of marvelous stories,
each with an I AM that's true.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2023

Afternoon walk

 

The wind at the tail of the storm
catches me up in excitement,
quick steps of the onset of fall
bring memories rich with delight

Someone, perhaps, has arrived here
in the sweet mix of coming home,
and coming to a favorite place
outside of their daily routine

I am a visitor, outside of time,
I walk here and freely imagine
that, much like the scent of fall leaves on the wind,
I can take in how they might feel.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2023

The past, redeemed

 

I get that stupid moments from my past -
ungainly words, unhealing silences,
don't need to send a wound
down through my presence

We all deserve to be forgiven
for being out of touch, and for revealing it,
caught in the embarrassment
of our obtuseness,
tumbling suddenly
from what we thought was grace

While no resolve can guarantee
that I'll do better,
this truth I have discovered:
my acuity can't navigate
these fraught relations,
but Love, with ample grace,
smooths everything

And all of us are loved enough
that we can shine it to each other,
and innocently manifest the wisdom
that lets us share our love as we intend.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2023

Family dinner

 

Grace fills this room.
All the things we've tried to do and be,
to be ourselves, to be together
in the dance of harmony,
contribute to the structure
of the embracing sphere

But we are held
within the stronger power
that draws our impulse,
bends our arcs
to make them flow together
exultant in the affirmation
that chimes through every touch,
bidding us relax,
ensuring our success.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2023

Resolution

 

Let me rejoice with you
in this simple act: laying down the stories
that held us apart - ancient slights,
perceived or imagined,
things we envied or resented,
things we couldn't talk about,
and how that silence blocked
what had been doors

These things, so deeply buried
in the wash of time,
cannot find resolution
through exhumation

But they all can dissolve
in the frank glory
of what we've always been -
beings whose love can't be closed down
since living love is how we are defined,
beings who must bring forth good
in everything we touch -
old stories gone, we touch each other still.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2023

Timeless

 

Winds come up,
the storm has started its journey,
expected to arrive tomorrow.
Scents of freshness and fall
brush across my spirit,
lifting me, making me breathe deep

I fly like time
backwards into the embrace
of so many falls, so many fresh turnings,
seeing the seasons whole,
seeing life timeless,
every moment known, and loved,
at once.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2023

Unweighting

 

Here is the great unweighting  -
all the relative values, all the tallies,
every burden of things done and left undone,
all the verdicts and the sentences,
from outside and from within,
now gone

We are not weighed down,
we were never so defined  -
we fly up like light
(which is exactly true,
since light is instant, and what flew
was maybe our perception
(though we then find
that our awareness was always there))

We are not defined
by anything that can fall -
we are unweighted
and our consciousness
is filled with light.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2023

Life lightens

 

Life lightens like this:
bubbles rising up in the mass of consciousness,
lifting old thoughts and memories,
sedimentary weight separating from itself

Bubbles making more bubbles,
rising from joy, from growth, from living,
ever moving upward, through,
filling up our being.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 20, 2023

Perfect

 

Well, you are perfect.
And not in the way of comparing you
with some external ideal,
not in the way of trial and judgment

But in the simple artless way
of being who you are, as no one else
can ever be, as everyone else is,
(intelligence never repeating itself
throughout the infinite creation)

Original and always true,
so loved in each particular,
so you, in every thought and each expression,
perfect through all time
and ever new.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2023

Seven sacred attributes

 

I view the day with my quiet mind.
I let these people fall into my heart
like brightly colored puzzle pieces,
(which, of course, are only tokens -
they don't need to fit together
in this dimension)

They are released and illumined
in the creator's love,
and no scatteredness
can doom or damn them,
their wholeness given in that love

When I see them thus,
I am able to help see things right,
and this helps me feel truly alive,
my happiness childlike.
I'm agile in choosing the moment's course,
swift in fulfilling the need.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2023

Ending war

 

These wars, on every scale -
out in our world, within our homes,
within our hearts,
can cease as we can understand:
we aren't defined in opposition

And there can be no right
when someone else is wrong  -
the more we pull that thread,
the more it tugs at us,
and tells us - just a little more -
more force, and we can win -
a fearsome snarl that has no end

These wars can cease
as we can understand:
we are defined in oneness.
Infinity, to be unveiled,
requires us all to send light
in the same direction  -
light up each other and ourselves
in one grand whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2023

At home

 

I travel from home
through home,
to home -
all of these places
affirm me

All of these moments join
in the vast collaboration of moments,
like water flowing uphill,
bounding in the joy of it

All of these people,
threads of their path lines
intersecting briefly,
dance out the fountain
of their internal impetus

All of them run on infinity,
all of them fueled
by the hum of connection. All of us prove
with the grace we've forgotten to notice,
how we are powered,
how we are home in the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 15, 2023

Contexts

 

Truth, coming into view
takes on the contexts
that it shines through  -
colors, textures, rhythm, song -
and those perceiving it
are always moved

Truth, in another context,
moves in anew -
its lines are different,
as is its form, and yet,
those who receive it
know it, too

And though there be a disconnect
in color, shape, and sound,
we know the quality of truth
is still the same,
by how it deepens us,
uncovering our feet,
how it teaches us
to leap free.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2023

Companioned

 

I think of you companioned,
small circles of joy
rushing around you
renewing their reminder
of why they are here

You are companioned -
the comfort and strength it affords you
is a continuing wonder -
you stretch out the stride
of your imagination,
you relish the peace,
notice, in awe, all anxiety gone
from your possibilities

I see you as companioned.
If asked why it should matter so,
I can only refer to how it feels -
the whole stream of your being
now in benevolent waters.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2023

Multiplication

 

To sow the seed,
to find the fertile soil,
I need to leave the wayside  -
stop trafficking in rutted expectations,
bills of goods we've sold ourselves,
cynics' worldly trade

And I need to get beyond the rocky ground,
and thorns, springing up to choke the green -
superficial judgments of what others are,
temptation nagging me
to play the games

To see the wonder of the seed's growth,
multiplication  beyond the world's belief,
I need to find the mystery
of the depth of love,
which blossoms every time
our hearts meet.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2023

Knowing

 

What I start to know I am
rises in me, through me,
lifts above how I have known myself,
settles me into its form

This is not a thing to work towards,
but a timeless truth
in which I am untethered
from the former stories

And align now to the wisdom
that has always known me,
and never left me out of my connection,
never blocked me
from my own design.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2023

Learning ground

 

I am intrepid  -
I want to do all the things -
no matter that I have so little practice  -
I want to roll, I want to lift, I want to fly,
and I am willing to be taught,
willing to learn

So I proceed without judgment,
and with great forgiveness,
for myself as well as others,
and myself again, for having thoughts
that left me needing to forgive

We'll learn this thing together
because we must,
for in the seams between,
the places where we join,
there is great power, and
a brilliant satisfaction

And what we bring into the practice
will become the gift we give,
to each other, to ourselves,
and to the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 8, 2023

Lambent

 

This lambent moment
at the singing creek
reminded me of source
and the upwelling peace
that washes thought
and lets hope's tendrils rise.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2023

Onward

 

In these early morning times, I feel
immortality hover about the house,
nestle in close with its abiding peace,
and I draw closer to it,
finding comfort, finding warmth,
not even dwelling on a picture
of storms ahead - knowing my course is here,
step by step onward
into the beckoning arch.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2023

Net

 

She closed her eyes
and felt the reassuring hands
hold her in the certainty
of everlasting love

She understood, then,
that she had found the net
held up by noone,
but shared in willingness,
so those who leaned in to it
would be caught up, would feel
the blessing waiting for them there

And when I heard that,
I felt my great desire
to touch in to the network
and to hold it ready,
so anyone who closed their eyes in willingness
to likewise be transported into bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2023

Baskets full

 

I love the rolling of the seasons  -
the more I am connected to their rhythms,
the more moments transport me -
lift of cool air across the sun warmth
as I walk back to the house,
both my baskets full,
and more to go back for

And the overlay, across my thought,
of spring - how once again,
I'll tend and transplant seedlings

Before that, certainly,
the cold short days,
the tending fire,
and projects that go splendidly with hearth time

These images flash through me
and they leave joy -
joy for the fresh change,
and the constancy of rhythm,
joy for sun and rain
and for belonging .

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2023

Thunder shower

 

We're still delighted with the rain,
summer thunder heralding its coming,
gutters singing with the water's running,
sun's warmth still hovering
between the drifts of slightly cooling breezes

Five minutes and it's gone -
subtle rumbles still retreating,
the highway sounding louder from its wetting,
and the end-of-summer smells -
dried grass, and mammal,
mix with the newer scent of dampened soil,
unpredictability now predictable
here at the cusp of autumn.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2023