Cup and Puzzle

As to the question of

why I am here:

I am here for this moment,

here for this healing,

here for the cup of

whatever fills my day

The puzzle piece I am

is not improved

by trying to make it more

like other pieces

that have already fit in.

The puzzle piece you are,

likewise, will not be helped

by alteration

It is not mine

to choose another cup

but to drink this one

and be satisfied.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 3, 2018

The way forward

In the way forward

there are no bragging rights,

no carefree membership

in some self-satisfied association

In the way forward

there will be solitude.

In the wilderness of

no one to ask for help

there is a hardening, a honing,

a time of leanness

and a propelling hunger

Rumor has it

there is great reward on the other side,

that, upon arrival, there will be celebration,

singing. There will be that precious

everyday joy, as well as the special one

of having traversed the chasm

I don’t know anyone here

who knows this from experience.

We shall see.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 2, 2018

Changes

The only place we’ve ever lived

is in the place where we can never die.

This isn’t what it looks like,

these days, these goals —

whatever I have thought of them before —

these changes . . . 

Now I’ll keep paying attention

to what lights us up

deep down at the source,

what makes us live and move

before we even enter all the surface fray

This isn’t what it looks like

but it is something. Indeed,

it overrides whatever I had thought —

these changes, this which never changes.

This which I may find to be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 1, 2018

Unconditional

I sense that I have barely comprehended

the size of unconditional

and what it means

to be companioned in that vastness,

comforted at every step

And how it is that there’s no far away

in everpresence, no departure

from here. Space without distance,

development with no constraint of time,

nothing locked away by past or future,

everything at hand in earth and heaven.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 31, 2018

After the rain

These flowers bloom

even if their stems bow down,

even if their faces hit the soil

and their petals

begin to commune

with the ground, with the turning

of everything back

to the place of starting over,

humble and dark and untroubled

by being anything with a name,

anything but ready

for the things 

whose time has come to begin.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 30, 2018

Progress Report

Baby steps toward healing —

being able to talk about it,

recognizing there was nothing

we could have changed,

given what we understood then,

given what we knew

Nothing that, had we done differently,

could have brought a different outcome.

Nothing short of 

the salvation of the whole world

could make a difference

So there it is —

what could have helped us then

can help us even now.

We turn around and face the place

where dawn will come.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 28, 2018

Eternity

This is how it is

living every day in the sunlight of Truth —

today as eternity,

no track record required,

just this one day as a thousand years,

just a thousand years

as one day

This is how you know

in this now

that what you are 

has always been,

even as it must be —

your shine proves eternity,

your essence proves truth.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 27, 2018