Author Archives: Wendy

Calming

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My mind can yaw like a boat –
a slight suggestion
can set up magnifying waves –
my efforts to correct them
just makes it worse  –
sets things rocking even more

My thought can drop like a rock
below the surface
where the waves don’t reach,
I can take refuge
beneath the words and the reactions
in the silent depths
where everything is still

There is an underlying law,
there is a calming,
though on my own I couldn’t steady
what has been riled up –
I can perceive it
as hope, as homing,
that stills the sea and sets all things to right.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2022

End of April

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It’s easy to find beauty
at the soft end
of these soft wet days,
to think fondly of lullabies
and summoning a household peace,
gently combing out the tangles
of fear and worry, smoothing them away

Late sun comes out pink under the clouds,
rain still trickles off the roof
and out the overflowing tank,
reflections of inside lights
hover above the garden as we
put April to bed for another year.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2022

Joy’s Promise

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The promise of joy
is not distant, after all  –
is not based on conditions to be met

The promise of joy shines brighter
than the jagged fear edges
through which it breaks

and ultimately
it doesn’t need to overcome them –
in its brilliance nothing else
has any presence

For joy is even more than promise  –
it is our natural state,
the breath of life before the world began
which knits us, breath by breath,
with our I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2022

Ready

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This morning I let myself imagine
a happy future  – nothing special, really  –
just a family, and some bubbling love
and easy music – just the overflow
of joy engendered in simple presence,
children, and parental bonds
showing life to be so far beyond
what could be bought, or sold, or planned.
And it was plenty, such that I could relax
into the days to come,
open armed and ready to receive.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2022

Knowing

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There isn’t a state of not knowing.
There isn’t a state of not loving.

I hold this compass up
against confusing thought scapes,
the maze tight corridors
through which my sights
for so long have been channeled

I will learn this lesson
from all who know it –
from trees, and from grasses,
and from anyone
who with humility and wonder
has plied their art for long enough
to make it be their teacher

We live in knowing
and we live in love
and in their practice
we will make the net
that heals the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2022

A kind of happy

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rejoicing in the many ways
to revel in the grace of days

The way it feels to walk the land,
which, even in the mist and rain,
enchants, the way you saw me there
and how it made you happy,
and how you came across the grass to tell me

The things we think we need to do
shift and settle. We release the sense
of all we should have done by now.
Outside, the scene glides into darkness,
the fire’s reflection occupies the window.
We know no more now
than we knew this morning,
but perhaps we can allow ourselves
to be at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2022

No Void

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There is no condemnation
when seeing through the eyes of love,
and when there is no void
there is no fear

There is no separation
when seeing with the Mind of One,
and where there is no void
all things are clear

And as we learn to have no lens
to focus on what isn’t,
truth’s continuity fills up our sight
and leads us out of prison.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2022

Service

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It may seem easy
(thanks to force of habit)
for me to see the opportunity
to serve some lofty goal
if only I were there instead of here

The service here
is far more humble,
and may seem almost pointless for its smallness
(voices say not even worth the effort)

And yet this frame,
the one my eyes see out from,
this moment, and the things that I might think,
this truth, from which my love arises,
is the only point of action that I have

I move, my thought moves,
and I bring this with me –
the way to see, to love, and to uplift,
the present place where I can bring forth blessing,
a constant portal to the infinite.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 20, 2022