The work brings out precision
mostly in how it demands
the gathering of everything that’s necessary,
the right tools and their right use
and the care they need,
a sense of the materials,
their strengths and limitations,
and how to make them do what you require
And you have to attend to the whole process –
you have to have the strength
to draw your care around it
and hold it all together.
Once you have done all that, it’s easy.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 27, 2022
I will not be afraid,
for the work to be done
is bigger than the voices that would nix it
If I find myself afraid,
I won’t assume that fear has won –
what it lacks in intelligence
it tries to make up with sheer persistence, it’s unoriginal, but tries to hide that
with ubiquity.
yet neither of those ruses makes it true
I won’t be afraid,
for truth has both intelligence and presence,
and is well able to win the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 26, 2022
Let my love be purified . . .
Nothing is lost, nothing is rejected . . .
It’s not that I outgrow a former self –
all my awareness, now as ever,
centers on the light
Truth is my citadel – within it,
there’s no parade of lies,
no reign of influencers, no
hot button misdirection
I can feel its solid power
established in my mind,
spreading its sweet peace
throughout my sphere,
and in its vision,
I see things turning –
small openings of light
where things come clear.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2022
Attending to the tasks of care
makes space for easy kindness,
time to listen, time to hear,
time, once again, to find us.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2022
Calm, calm,
calm.
Storms can’t go on forever –
the mind finds its equilibrium
What rants and chatters
in the end must cease –
the natural state of mind
is an abiding peace
This you can feel,
this you can know for sure –
this peace is real,
its truth your certain cure.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2022
The cohesive scatter of the stars,
the elegant tangle of grasses and forbs
in the eager tumble of spring,
the spray of colors across the fields,
red and purple seed heads,
silver sunlit shafts glinting
in the waves of wind
If you can see this,
and can connect the dots of wonder,
it can shake you out of doubt
to reconsider –
aren’t you, too, held
in the same expansive order
that flings light across the day
and stars across the sky?
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2022
To rise up from the cozy rest
where you have been luxuriously curled,
to move with clear, insightful action
snuggled in the very world,
your touch inspired,
your comfort grounded,
sharing strength with those around you,
setting right each place of need,
nourishing the sprouting seed
Oh may you know,
in this and every moment,
how it feels, what worlds are moved,
what things are brought to glorious fruition –
oh may you claim this truth
and may it shape your vision –
you are, and ever were
a child of Soul.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2022
Attraction to vastness,
a wide open yearning,
adventure to span
a lifetime or more
Attention to tinyness –
however close you look,
something of wonder
is opening up
Something you know
in your toes, in your soul,
something so integral, intimate,
all that you are is exactly enough to give,
all that you give
brings you home.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2022
It wasn’t enough to know
my chains were self imposed,
as I fumbled through the keys and locks,
ever more heavy
The sweet release revealed
I have no power to impose chains.
The Principle to which my being moves,
of which I am the proof,
does not allow such folly
What freedom to admit
I am not my own!
What a relief to know
the One whose I am
is kind.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2022
Still have nothing to say
despite the lushness
of mist-cloaked May,
and the blackbirds yesterday,
vociferous in evening sun
I’ve been treating my mind like a library
of books already read,
feeling no urge
to look at them again
Perhaps more fruitfully
my mind can act as blackbird,
evening sun calm
along my wings.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2022