Clarify

I call on the ever-present

nature of all things

to speak up clearly

as the inner voice

in all of us

to let us each feel

how grounded we are

in the sovereignty

of that which is

and all these swirls —

tornados and manipulations

barking out conformity,

herding us to fear

may roar above the surface

but don’t come where we are,

don’t change a thing

except  perhaps

to clarify our truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 16, 2020

The present ground

I keep finding myself going back

to the image of the blessed ground

and how, before anything has yet appeared,

the light plays on it,

and in that light, a silent warble,

a bright impulse of joy,

a calm

In that calm, the sweet assurance —

the presence of the law that guides all growth,

the way that everything that is

shares all these properties —

all that develops

will always bring them forth.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 2, 2020

Light Traveling

In light traveling, as I slowly learn,

I must be vigilant

not to put my weight down,

not to stick my fingers

into any situation,

lest I be grabbed

and wrenched downwards,

lest I smudge and darken

my perception

In light traveling

I must hold myself

open to the wind

and to the logic of Allness,

and everything that light touches,

so I am borne up

in the fabric of everything,

so I am woven true.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 10, 2020

Be Still

When in the pauses, once again,

the clamor rushes in, the cluttered thoughts

of everything you’re certain

you want, and never want, to be,

the roaring doubts, upon that field,

of where you stand

Be still. Here is a voice that silences

all that clatter. This silence

is like velvet, like infinity.

This silence is the love

that holds both you, and what you thought of

as the other side. 

It renders the winning

and the losing

fully irrelevant —

glows you all like coals

in the same fire.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 1, 2019

This Morning

This morning it felt like fall —

fog through the valley, lifting into powder blue,

night’s chill and sun’s warmth coexisting,

different smells in dampness and in dry places,

readiness in the air

A flock of goldfinches

were very happy with our sunflowers,

exclaiming and conversing 

as they landed, swaying,

on the flower heads

I woke up knowing

the only thing real

is the goodness of everything.

I saw it everywhere,

seeming to rest on things

but actually

being what they are.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 23, 2019