At One

Underneath the slow drift of thought

(so many horror stories how it got that way)

there lies the urge

wild as water

wild as virgin rivers

to reconcile

to flow together

to abandon all divisive tales

and breathe as one

None of us really wants anymore

to be the winner —

we have started to see

that when one of us loses

so do we all

and we have all lost so much already

that we are really desiring

to come home

to the place we are all washed clean

and we are all sorry 

and we are all forgiven

and we can start anew

to live at one.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 15, 2017

Cup

Let me lift this cup of day

to my lips, let me taste

the light, the peppered challenges,

the satori of new illuminations

Let me lift the cup of this day

to my lips, let all the moments

kiss me with their inspiration,

let my thirst be ever quenched,

and my hunger — let it be awakened

Let me hold this cup of day,

this day, up to the light for blessing,

let me drink deeply, water to wine,

and in serving, let me be blessed.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 14, 2017

Choose to Understand

Funny how we used to think

we had to fight for our perspectives,

had to change the minds of those

who didn’t see as we did

Funny how we didn’t know

each view was like a puzzle piece,

each one required to amplify the whole,

each useless if they all were just the same

Now we feel how rich we are

in opened out dimensions

for every view that’s different from our own

that we, with courage, choose to understand.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 13, 2017

Of Life and Plans

Life has its own plans,

so they say,

squirrel in the hawthorn

bobbing the ends of branches

as the dark day prepares

to roll toward darker

and the old man,

not amenable to our schedule,

still sits at the table with his tea,

not drinking much,

though the clock ticks

and the hands circle round

I may turn frequently

in my seat,

looking for the next thing,

but life is right here

working out its own design.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 12, 2017

Fuel

Thoughts play in mind

like small flames

traveling along the kindling

leaving crumbling sticks behind,

licking onward to the next log

I am struck

with the abundance of fuel

and the warmth that comes

in the consideration

of the vastness of the truth

that contains our being,

the infinity of Life

in which we play.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 11, 2017

Something Completely Different

Mat of roots at water’s edge,

persistent wind blowing

damp and gray,

steely sparkles from sun

mostly obscured by clouds,

hope seeping up into the day

We’ll take this time of change,

we’ll sink our teeth into it —

no point in trying to hide from it,

no point in getting lost

in the drift

We can have guidance,

we can be lifted —

this doesn’t have to be

all about falling.

There can be health.

There can be

finding the way.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 10, 2017

The Voice of Truth

More than anything —

more than acceptance,

more than approval,

more than a celebrated place

among the ones who set the scenes,

more than owning all my space and time,

I want to hear the voice of truth within

Because even though at first

it seems a tiny hairline crack,

barely enough

to be seen in darkness,

it quickly opens

and proves to be everything —

turning the whole scene inside out,

filling my world with light.

©Wendy Mulhern

October 9, 2017