The Light Within

There is no way

(boxes within boxes,

sea bottom, barnacles)

you can close off

the deep bright light within you

(white brilliance, color sparkles)

no way you can keep it

from burning through all the barriers,

no way they can stop it

from claiming its source and home

in the infinite light it is one with,

the ever luminescent truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 10, 2018

The Nature of the Heart

Though I can never know

the machinations of another’s thought,

though I can’t know

the mazes their heart gets lost in,

I can know the nature of the heart itself,

that clear and liquid thing

whose surface trembles

but whose inner depth

if full and pure and still,

quenching every thirst that finds it,

sending out its searchlight signals,

waiting to be found.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 8, 2018

What I Let Go

Let me consider

what I let go to return

to my toddler heart,

what I let go not knowing

I am doing it,

what drops away

as I reach to grasp

the now no longer fleeting

light of my delight,

what I can ride on now

letting go of the need

to navigate,

holding on to what changes me,

changes me back

to what I have always been.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 7, 2018

Shift

We see the buildings crumble,

rubble all around,

we feel the wrenching,

hear the crying —

dizzy lurch —

no solid ground

One scene shifts to another

and everything keeps falling —

constructs of the hierarchy,

constructs of the mind

It all keeps falling faster,

solid forms

glide  and disappear like snow

losing every reference

till we let go

Dawn requires no edifice.

Dawn, in its imperative

reveals itself. Nothing else

can hold an image,

nothing else makes sense.

So we lift our eyes to take it in —

the one true fact.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 6, 2018

These moments

These moments, these dream moments,

are given to love, the kaleidoscopic

ever-brilliant unfolding

of renewed patterns

of care, of blessing,

of being there

in the blooming

of unexpected mutual delight

These moments, these waking moments,

are the same, the landscape

in which they emerge

as malleable as those in dream,

past, present, future

sliding into meek alignment

with Love’s imperative.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 5, 2018

The Nature of the Blessing

While some are struggling

to be alive, others

are struggling to be real

It is the same struggle —

though it may seem poles apart,

it is the same need

And while some may envy others their ease,

and others may not know to envy

the vitality that rises from the quick

when the cut is close to the bone

In the end they will be saved

in the same flood of light.

It may even feel to them

like they saved each other.

This is the nature of the blessing.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 3, 2018

Pure

I ask the Spirit of all that is,

all that I know to be true,

to deliver me to where

it’s not irresponsible

to be fearless,

where it’s not ignorant

to be unalarmed,

where none of those accusing voices

have any relevance at all

In the name of

all that I’ve ever lived for,

let me recognize

the power and will of Life

to hold us precious,

perfect as we are,

eternal, pure.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 2, 2018