Each of us grasps at the sweet threads –
filaments of possibility –
hoping they will pull us
into the deep source
They trail from hopes, from stories,
which tell of how to catch them,
but if we fail to win the stories’ ending,
there’s no need to despair –
those endings may deliver fine true love,
but the sweetness also is right here,
and we can feel it everywhere.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2023
In being aware of intelligence everywhere,
I feel at peace and companioned.
All of these trees are making their choices,
all of these grasses,
all of these insects,
choosing their paths as intelligence leads them,
feeling the joy that it gives
All of these people are miracles,
webs of awareness, makers of points of view,
each one the center of marvelous stories,
each with an I AM that’s true.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2023
The wind at the tail of the storm
catches me up in excitement,
quick steps of the onset of fall
bring memories rich with delight
Someone, perhaps, has arrived here
in the sweet mix of coming home,
and coming to a favorite place
outside of their daily routine
I am a visitor, outside of time,
I walk here and freely imagine
that, much like the scent of fall leaves on the wind,
I can take in how they might feel.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2023
I get that stupid moments from my past –
ungainly words, unhealing silences,
don’t need to send a wound
down through my presence
We all deserve to be forgiven
for being out of touch, and for revealing it,
caught in the embarrassment
of our obtuseness,
tumbling suddenly
from what we thought was grace
While no resolve can guarantee
that I’ll do better,
this truth I have discovered:
my acuity can’t navigate
these fraught relations,
but Love, with ample grace,
smooths everything
And all of us are loved enough
that we can shine it to each other,
and innocently manifest the wisdom
that lets us share our love as we intend.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2023
Grace fills this room.
All the things we’ve tried to do and be,
to be ourselves, to be together
in the dance of harmony,
contribute to the structure
of the embracing sphere
But we are held
within the stronger power
that draws our impulse,
bends our arcs
to make them flow together
exultant in the affirmation
that chimes through every touch,
bidding us relax,
ensuring our success.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2023
Let me rejoice with you
in this simple act: laying down the stories
that held us apart – ancient slights,
perceived or imagined,
things we envied or resented,
things we couldn’t talk about,
and how that silence blocked
what had been doors
These things, so deeply buried
in the wash of time,
cannot find resolution
through exhumation
But they all can dissolve
in the frank glory
of what we’ve always been –
beings whose love can’t be closed down
since living love is how we are defined,
beings who must bring forth good
in everything we touch –
old stories gone, we touch each other still.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2023
Winds come up,
the storm has started its journey,
expected to arrive tomorrow.
Scents of freshness and fall
brush across my spirit,
lifting me, making me breathe deep
I fly like time
backwards into the embrace
of so many falls, so many fresh turnings,
seeing the seasons whole,
seeing life timeless,
every moment known, and loved,
at once.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2023
Here is the great unweighting –
all the relative values, all the tallies,
every burden of things done and left undone,
all the verdicts and the sentences,
from outside and from within,
now gone
We are not weighed down,
we were never so defined –
we fly up like light
(which is exactly true,
since light is instant, and what flew
was maybe our perception
(though we then find
that our awareness was always there))
We are not defined
by anything that can fall –
we are unweighted
and our consciousness
is filled with light.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2023
Life lightens like this:
bubbles rising up in the mass of consciousness,
lifting old thoughts and memories,
sedimentary weight separating from itself
Bubbles making more bubbles,
rising from joy, from growth, from living,
ever moving upward, through,
filling up our being.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 20, 2023
Well, you are perfect.
And not in the way of comparing you
with some external ideal,
not in the way of trial and judgment
But in the simple artless way
of being who you are, as no one else
can ever be, as everyone else is,
(intelligence never repeating itself
throughout the infinite creation)
Original and always true,
so loved in each particular,
so you, in every thought and each expression,
perfect through all time
and ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2023