A tub full of failure
considered in the evening hours
is just a story about me,
one I can kick off,
climb out of,
let down the drain
My creator does not
demand reform of me,
but only that I come to myself,
only that I let Love's truth
be what it's always been for me.
I don't even need to let go -
what I was clinging to dissolves
like dream into the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2023
Take away a layer,
a layer, a layer
Move through a veil,
a veil, a veil
And what you find is more,
not less. In leaving husks behind,
you find the juice, the pulse,
the flavor,
the quickening, the rush,
the reason
It's not a sacrifice
to give up what hides,
what dulls -
to take up life
in the full flow of desire,
to drink the pure purpose
No need to wait
for false views to erode,
when you can just go in
and find the truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2023
Moments can come so clear -
light over the hills, between the rain,
sudden declaration of love's presence
after the dream of dark times
So I see I have a choice,
and why would I ever
choose anything but love?
Why would I scribble dark marks
across the page of what I see,
what I tally, what I hold in thought?
Sunlight dances out of the shadows,
love slips in between complaint
and offers softness.
Light is what we see,
and love is what we know.
Within us all is power
to make it so.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2023
A peaceful evening,
and strains of immortality,
in song and image,
gather round me
Much there is to reconsider -
all the nets I used to try to weave,
fall apart, unable to enclose
the substance I am finding here
So I proceed in hushed stillness,
keep letting fall my former definitions,
endeavor to embody this new knowing
that shows us infinite, at one, and free.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2023
The love I had for you
was so much bigger
than the tiny locus
through which the story said
it had to come,
so much bigger than our forms
It started teaching me,
though I was slow to learn,
to cast my sense of you and me
much wider than the noose that claimed
it must contain us,
contain, constrain, with time and space,
and all the things we knew we didn't understand
I look up now to contemplate
how we might be to each other
beyond the myth of human birth and death,
beyond possession and responsibility,
and hidden terror at the thought of failure
We would be loosed from those constricting ties,
and wouldn't love each other any less -
it wouldn't be proprietary,
but knowing you, I'd still be blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 4, 2023
Nothing that you have to earn,
this sense of home
courses like a stream that you are one with -
you feel the water
and you are the water,
and every bright imagining,
each leap you take,
your precious contribution
to the river's song,
what hums in you
and what you sing out,
continues ever timeless,
ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2023
Wake up here with me
in the place where you are loved,
in the place where your belonging
is rooted in the web of all that lives,
all that loves, all that rises up
with joy to be alive
This is your soil, your seedbed,
this is where hope
undergirds your every breath,
this is where you wake up
and find yourself
fulfilling all your promise -
everything you've always known you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2023
