The light that casts no shadow
glides into the canyons of your heart –
colors that you never saw
glow forth from all your deepest places
Things that you had feared
and your strategies to overcome them
suddenly are gone, as are the things
you didn’t like about yourself
with their attending judgments
and castigations
All those constructs of the dark
didn’t even need to be swept up
and casr away –
the light that fills you up
was all you needed.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 9, 2020
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Entering at the door
Let me approach
with utmost respect,
with reverence for the size and shape
of the place in you
that is designed to open
You will recognize me
in our mutually reflected light —
you will let me in,
you will come out to play
We will multiply our brightness
like flames in oxygen,
like fragrant blossoms in the midday sun,
we will be fed
and we will feed each other
in the pastures of the Allness of the One.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 29, 2020
How You see me
I start to fathom
what kind of vision You must have
for everything, for entities defined
as yearnings, small and large —
yearnings that flood
through holes ripped out of lives,
yearnings that strain
at the seams of convention
(like water yearns to find its level
and will eventually overcome everything
to reach it)
You see me not as stasis
but as that bright liquid
which You, with a touch, can free.
You, with a touch, can teach me
to quench my own thirst.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2018