In great relief
I wake to see
I am not in the ropy undertow
of fallen snarls,
not tugged and lost and tangled
I am here, connected to my source,
held in the smooth flow of being.
I don’t need to fight that battle –
I am not there.
I remain unfallen,
floating free.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2023
Fire’s heat
has filled the stones,
lulled our bones,
defended and defined our home
The rain has likewise
owned the outside,
sending its grey waves
across the hills,
softening the earth,
raising the green
Now night has fallen
upon us all,
and we’ll range
through concentric circles
of every here we may remember
or imagine.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2023
I will not give voice to rage,
however justified it claims to be,
rage against rage,
justification on top of injustice,
indignation tearing at dignity –
this is not the voice
that can bring quiet,
this is not the voice
that leads to satisfaction
I will listen for the voice of peace,
seed crystal,
deep within all sentience,
present, thus, in each of us,
its symmetry and elegance
poised to grow,
ensured, by its very nature,
to reconstruct the whole space.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2023
In this hope colored morning
there’s no need to have a reason –
the buoyancy lifting from within
doesn’t wait for permission
Life proves itself like this –
before demands for evidence of worth,
this presence simply presents itself,
and nothing need be said.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2023
Today I reconsidered what’s possible,
and what’s not. And it’s not possible
for me to be outside of harmony.
Therefore any stories to the contrary,
of my blame or yours,
must be untrue,
and can have no effect
on you or me,
or what we are here
to bring forth together
This moment belongs to something higher
than we yet understand
of you and me.
This moment is ours
to find out what that means.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2023
In this fluid shift near the balance
of night and day,
the contrasts move past each other
in intricate dances –
fog licks in wisps around the drier air,
warmth blazes through the cool,
cool wafts through warmth
All the scents of change rise up,
morning sun and shadows interlace their fingers,
grass gleams with dew,
new green shoots amid
summer’s darkening brown.
Joy rises unbidden as the dawn,
sense of adventure
sweetening the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2023
It stops being a thing you are trying to do.
It becomes a present fact,
the sun touched moment
a reveal of something timeless,
something always –
the truth of now’s perfection
enduring through eternity,
and you realize
you never need to leave.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2023
More important than feeling better
would be the gift of knowing
you are fundamentally sound,
incapable of having something wrong with you,
approved of to your deepest core,
delighted in, to each extremity,
illumined such that no dark shadow –
disappointment, or even disenchantment –
could ever fall across you.
That, certainly, would be a reason
to rise, take up your bed, and walk.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2023
This is just the beginning –
new sense lending new sight,
truth always there – now known,
what this knowing gives rise to
I’ve been remembering
how love’s currents feel inside me,
the rippling light streaming through,
opening me up, my willing
flowing following after where it leads
I’ve been thinking
of the other places this applies –
all of them – what gets swept away,
but more importantly
what shines forth in its place.
Indeed, the world
is completely overcome.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2023
Another day of moving through the holy place
of people traveling – me along with them,
immersing in the river of their efforts
and their individuality – how they are loved,
and how they long for love,
how their love is hidden, and how it shows
I travel smooth, I travel filled with joy,
for all of us are hoping to be seen,
and everyone I truly see
elates my heart,
and in that seeing,
I am fully blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2023