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

My Daily Belief

Time and again, I have to ask myself,

What do I believe? And under that,

What must I believe to allow me

to believe what I believe?

And are those underpinnings solid —

can I stand on them?

If not, let them fall away

along with everything built up on them.

Let my belief stand

on the ground of truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

March 3, 2020

A Word for Tomorrow

Do not be dismayed

at the insanity you see —

the flagrant lies, the bland

denial of what’s known to be

This whole charade

with its elaborate displays

can only lope so far

before it topples

Do not be afraid,

for underneath the bald parade,

Life’s engine hums,

and in the end, life moves itself

the way life wants to go,

and as you nurture it,

it will bloom huge —

there is no lie it will not overthrow.

©Wendy Mulhern

February 4, 2020

State of the Union

I have no skills

to bring to the table

I have no table

to bring anything to

I didn’t learn

in all my years

to make connections

that could pull any strings

And yet I’m pulling

with any breath I can align,

with any thoughts that I can think,

to reinforce the patterns

I hope to see emerge

I’ll pray for justice,

I’ll pray to see integrity

rise up in people

who were self serving

up till now

I’ll pray we all will see each other

by our lights and not our flaws

and see a way for true direction

for our land.

©Wendy Mulhern

January 21, 2020

Gentle

The gentle laws that hold us

don’t need us to understand —

we can have wildly different concepts,

we can have our faith placed

in all manner of nothings,

we can be full of worry

for all the ways those nothings let us down

The gentle truth is not impressed

by where our minds may roam —

whether we fall or climb,

whether we stall or rage,

whether we pine or ponder,

or place is still assured

The stillness, somehow,

will approach us, will wait,

will be there when we pause,

will catch us up in welcome arms,

settle us in 

to where we’ll know for sure that we belong.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 21, 2019

The Reign of Truth

Helplessness is not

an acceptable option.

In the realm of myself,

I take a stand

for the reign of truth

And in small flashes

it seems obvious

that truth is really the only thing

that can actually be

in a place, in a time

And no matter how big

a lie claims to be, it can’t occupy

the ground where truth is.

And if truth is here

(and how could it not be?)

it must assert its essence,

must be seen as what determines being

And however intricate

a web of falsity may be,

it can’t take hold on truth —

something that’s false cannot ensnare

something that’s really there

So in small flashes

I can notice

that no problems of the world,

or of the neighborhood,

or of the heart,

can hold back the unfolding of the truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 13, 2019

For This

We came here for this,

we came here through the rain,

the traffic, the boondoggles and backtracking,

the thought loops and the second guessing

We came here for this,

for this unassailable safety,

this deep rooted presence,

this consciousness that everything

is all right, everyone is worthy,

everything is at peace.

And after all life’s loops and tunnels,

it’s good to know.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 11, 2019

Everyday Epiphanies

You wake up and remember

what you know —

you may have to reach for it,

coming up from dream,

batting back the thoughts

that fall on you

as you break the surface

You may have to spend more time,

may need to diligently focus,

but it comes in — new each morning,

different from yesterday,

full of its own promise

Sometimes it’s a steady fire within,

able to incinerate anything untrue,

sometimes it’s a sunrise seen afar,

overwhelming with its gift of beauty

And sometimes the old lines

of you and me, us and them,

are totally confounded

in the unity of Mind’s purpose,

working out the calculus

of universal good.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 7, 2019

Little Window

And after the thick of the storm,

like a little blue window

amid the clouds rolling and roiling —

a window that may disappear

many times before the clouds clear

and blue displays its winning infinite —

Somewhere before the dark has fully ended,

that blue window of truth

will give you hope,

and the storm’s narrative

will slowly cease to matter,

its irrelevance apparent as it dissipates,

and you can hold on,

for once you’ve seen it,

you won’t believe in darkness anymore.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 1, 2019

The shapes are not the light

If you brought them all together —

all the moments, from many different lives,

where the dream was broken through

and the light poured in —

You would see many different shapes —

a death, a near death, a psychedelic trip,

the answer to a prayer offered

from the very depths,

a gift of life received, the gratitude invoked —

The shapes are not the light.

Light can come through anything.

And what you do with the dream

after seeing the light

is not trivial. There is guidance

to be found, about how this is done,

guidance, and guides,

along the upward way.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 26, 2019

Integral

I was tempted by the mantle

of the good guy —

the evidence compelling,

the accolades attractive

But I considered —

What, then, of the bad guys?

Is there anyone I’m willing

to throw under the bus,

to think of them as scraps

to pull away from my fine cut out

and discard?

No. Let the cloth be whole.

Let there be no one condemned,

no one discarded.

Let the good I am

be one that holds out

for the true picture,

where no one is cut out

and all are welcomed,

where everybody’s place is integral.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 22, 2019

Unopposed

It’s not a case of truth winning —

truth is unopposed.

The lie may say it’s taking truth on,

the lie may brag about a battle,

but truth is never in a battle —

truth is unopposed

And as for you, your being

is ever, as it’s always been,

of truth. This truth you are

has never had to fight to be itself.

The truth you are

is ever unopposed.

©Wendy Mulhern

November 2, 2019

A Truer Story

We are hungry for stories,

for story is the mind’s path,

the promise

that we could wend our way

out of the dullness of where we think we are

to something redemptive, 

something we can almost taste

And we are foiled

by the devil’s practice

of shoving the tails of the stories

into their mouths, of making sure

they only lead us back

to the same place

We are foiled by opposition —

by the assertion

that stories require enemies —

good guys and bad guys,

even if only in our own minds

There is a truer story.

It exists in the place before the impulse,

before the thought. It exists

in searing lifting pure light

of your still unnamed desire,

and if you follow it,

it will lead you home.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 19, 2019

Tone of Voice

The verdict of defeat

is not the final word,

however hard and flat

the voice intoning it

Nothing said in hard, flat tones

can be the final word,

for truth has joy, and truth

is ever singing

When you hear truth’s voice,

the ringing of it

will make you sit still.

You won’t want to do anything

but listen

When you hear truth’s voice,

all that’s hard and flat in you

will melt —

all that speaks to you in cruel tones,

all that is vindictive and contemptuous

will turn to dust and wash away,

and leave you sparkling clear and true,

toning in the voice that knows your name.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 11, 2019

Believe

When I turned around to look at it,

I saw that I could not have seen

what I did not believe —

much as I wanted to believe it,

I really didn’t,

or I would not have missed it

It brings to question

what I believe now,

and if I now believe,

what that enables me to see

I see this day,

I see the peace in it —

what I may see tomorrow

is not for me to say

It will unfold

along the lines of my attention —

as I hold my source and center clear,

I’ll know.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 14, 2019

Re-vision

Retile my past —

take all those broken squares,

those incomplete perceptions,

those ways I failed to see

the truth of being,

so I can understand

through present windows

that nothing in my life was ever missing

Is not this grace —

what wipes away without a trace

the meted consequence,

all our indebtedness?

— and in its place

reveals the fruit that waits

ready to satisfy

when it is seen.

©Wendy Mulhern

September 2, 2019

Sight

I give my eyes to Truth.

Truth, train my eyes,

in this and every moment —

let me see straight

Catch me before my eyes

connect the dots in some distorted way,

before they draw conclusions

from some vapid, hapless picture —

help me behold unfolding acts of grace

and hidden harmony,

let them spring up before me,

showing me the universe of good

And if I haven’t seen them yet,

let me hold on, unfazed,

let me hold out for Truth’s appearing

in its own timeless rhythm

throughout my days.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 31, 2019

The Facts of Soul

When I came back today

it was still there, where I saw it

yesterday — the house

in its perfection, all the laws of it

standing, in their interlock,

in their prismatic color,

in the certainty of completion,

every vector blessing

I was glad to see it —

interested that I hadn’t known before

that it was here all the time,

delighted to consider

what it will offer us

and what we will give it

in these Soul ordered days.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 16, 2019

Day of Clarity

This is the day of clarity.

This day, in which the words are written,

this one, in which they are read

The vision is not prolonged.

All that I see must come to pass,

or rather, it has come to pass already

There is no waiting

for mortal mind to get it right.

I wait on Truth — which means

make no conclusions

until they coincide

with universal harmony

I’ll wait, even as I see

things falling down, even as

the voices scream that Truth has failed

Truth cannot fail.

It is its nature to be true.

And in this day of clarity

we’ll see it through.

©Wendy Mulhern

August 15, 2019

The True Thing

The true thing

present in this green and golden

afternoon, with events suspended

while time ripens

and firs sing wind songs

while little birds converse

The true thing,

older than all the human stories,

newer than anything we’ve thought before,

is Life’s unfurling of itself

in multiple dimensions,

in ever awe-inducing harmony

for all of us to be.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 19, 2019