A day can break forth
from the crust of the other ones,
can boldly stride with progress,
unfurl its possibilities,
attain fruition
I can have this reminder
that what is manifest,
while never my invention,
still matches, intimately,
my fruits to my desire
And like today,
each day can open up -
create the field
for what will multiply tomorrow
We're here to manifest,
and that is what we'll do,
today, each day,
beyond the end of time.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2023
I stumble around unthankful,
burdened by my petty pain,
growling like an injured beast
Is this how to approach
the presence of all being?
is this how to esteem
omnipresent Truth?
But Truth needs no approach -
indeed, there is no operating
outside its realm
My only agency is Love.
Does Love have pain?
My only consciousness is Mind.
Is Mind in disarray?
Quiet, then. Go to bed.
Let your peace return.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2023
After the whirlwind engagement,
the kiss of possibility,
we wait to settle down -
we float in that unweighted space
achieved through swift
acceleration and release -
a practice place for astronauts
and anyone who needs to feel no gravity -
anyone who needs
to learn a realignment
independent of the forces
of other fervent orbits
Anyone who yearns to move
in concert with the whole,
recenter to the source
that tunes us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2023
I walk myself back from the edge
(or tell myself to)
before I throw my hopes down
on something that could never hold them,
before constructing a set of cautions
which themselves are anyway
already over the edge
I put myself back
(or remind myself to dwell)
where light falls lightly as light
upon my scenes,
illustrating and establishing
what is real
So I avoid a heavy handed projection,
avoid an expectation,
avoid interpretation
of what simply is -
the evidence of present care
and nothing less,
the everpresent touch
of tenderness.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2023
So much to give thanks for,
silently expressed, as in
the glow of moonlight, and its shadow,
across the porch,
the mute shining of the fields beyond
I can't even list all the good things -
this gratitude
is for the presence
that lies along perception,
sudden significance
of every smallest thing,
the Love that wraps them,
regardless of their form,
in their own incomparable truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2023
Kindle my candle -
incandescent kindness,
my heart, my hearth,
my earth, my art,
my kin, my ken, enchanting.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 22, 2023
I'll take gentleness -
it's better than offense.
It gives a landing place
where anything that's beastly
can snuff and settle,
turn around three times
and fall asleep, maybe even feeling
gratitude for being let down softly
I'll take laughter - it ripples over
anything that otherwise might snag.
It turns a snarl into a song,
lets us feel happy,
lets us be together
as day glides into evening,
easy forgiveness replenishing affection.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2023
Look inside to find
the things that can't be crushed
even under pressure -
they will keep you safe
They emanate infinity -
they joyfully spring forth,
and nothing can compress,
repress, depress them
They sing like streams through rock,
sing of their source,
which is their substance,
which is what everything is made of -
you, too - yes you,
and all your life
and everyone you love.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2023
We watched the fog
come in over the hills
and then swallow them.
We saw how it banked around
to fill the valley in. It took the fields,
but not the closest trees,
and then, itself, was swallowed by the dark.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2023
Help me to tell
a story of beauty
pointing a path of patterns
We could follow this one
and it might teach us
a generous weaving
We might learn a way to be together
better than the one we fell into
(projections of someone's fears)
If given the first step,
we could follow it out.
If given the whole image,
we would glow
right here where we are
We would be the way and the light,
we could join hands
and walk out together.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2023
Last light across the field,
glory again revealed -
day by day we wend our way
toward gracious
What we see outside, within,
unveiled across the hours,
across the years -
the opportunity to see it glow with grace
in every beat of presence
steadily appears
Where we are now, partially unformed,
we're still beloved -
this early space where things seem messy
still reveals the lovely stuff we're made of,
and shows the processes whereby
we rise to meet what loves us,
always welcome,
always welcomed home.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2023
Windows open,
doors open,
thought opens, and with it,
possibility
There is no chasm
between desire and its fulfillment,
however much we've heard there is,
there's no obstruction
between Spirit and its action,
between intelligence and its ideas
And therefore
we will see the opening
of all the pathways,
we'll see them traveled,
we'll see them thrive,
we'll see the hoping
rise overflowing
as fondest visions
emerge alive.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2023
I stand beside, with,
along, along - the verticality
extends above, beneath,
with no end I can see,
an estimation of infinity
I touch the current,
above, behind my shoulder,
reach as for a subway strap,
step back into it, and race
up and down and up
within the current
And now define myself as this,
see that the story
of small unlikely glints of glory,
peaking through a mostly mindless structure,
was never what defined me
No. This is where I understand
everything about myself -
size and shape and purpose,
sphere of harmony,
ribbon of peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2023
Look - look at our world,
and tell me, what's not possible?
Can it really be possible
for us to wallow
in casual cruelty? Unwittingly
acquiesce to unmitigated horror?
Is it possible we would allow ourselves
to randomly give up our power
to those who use it
for the demise of all?
Look at the dawn, look at the field
when the fog lifts, and the sun
greets golden leaves of autumn trees.
Look at our hearts, and recognize
what's possible.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2023
A tub full of failure
considered in the evening hours
is just a story about me,
one I can kick off,
climb out of,
let down the drain
My creator does not
demand reform of me,
but only that I come to myself,
only that I let Love's truth
be what it's always been for me.
I don't even need to let go -
what I was clinging to dissolves
like dream into the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2023
Take away a layer,
a layer, a layer
Move through a veil,
a veil, a veil
And what you find is more,
not less. In leaving husks behind,
you find the juice, the pulse,
the flavor,
the quickening, the rush,
the reason
It's not a sacrifice
to give up what hides,
what dulls -
to take up life
in the full flow of desire,
to drink the pure purpose
No need to wait
for false views to erode,
when you can just go in
and find the truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2023
Moments can come so clear -
light over the hills, between the rain,
sudden declaration of love's presence
after the dream of dark times
So I see I have a choice,
and why would I ever
choose anything but love?
Why would I scribble dark marks
across the page of what I see,
what I tally, what I hold in thought?
Sunlight dances out of the shadows,
love slips in between complaint
and offers softness.
Light is what we see,
and love is what we know.
Within us all is power
to make it so.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2023
A peaceful evening,
and strains of immortality,
in song and image,
gather round me
Much there is to reconsider -
all the nets I used to try to weave,
fall apart, unable to enclose
the substance I am finding here
So I proceed in hushed stillness,
keep letting fall my former definitions,
endeavor to embody this new knowing
that shows us infinite, at one, and free.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2023
The love I had for you
was so much bigger
than the tiny locus
through which the story said
it had to come,
so much bigger than our forms
It started teaching me,
though I was slow to learn,
to cast my sense of you and me
much wider than the noose that claimed
it must contain us,
contain, constrain, with time and space,
and all the things we knew we didn't understand
I look up now to contemplate
how we might be to each other
beyond the myth of human birth and death,
beyond possession and responsibility,
and hidden terror at the thought of failure
We would be loosed from those constricting ties,
and wouldn't love each other any less -
it wouldn't be proprietary,
but knowing you, I'd still be blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 4, 2023
Nothing that you have to earn,
this sense of home
courses like a stream that you are one with -
you feel the water
and you are the water,
and every bright imagining,
each leap you take,
your precious contribution
to the river's song,
what hums in you
and what you sing out,
continues ever timeless,
ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2023
Wake up here with me
in the place where you are loved,
in the place where your belonging
is rooted in the web of all that lives,
all that loves, all that rises up
with joy to be alive
This is your soil, your seedbed,
this is where hope
undergirds your every breath,
this is where you wake up
and find yourself
fulfilling all your promise -
everything you've always known you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2023
