They roar and rage
outside the door,
they hurl their cries
against the walls of their frustration.
They wouldn’t have to scream
if they could just get in,
if they could have the streaming
of connection
There is no pressure
when hand clasps hand
and understanding finds its level
in the flow between them.
There is a great release
as they let go of static standpoints
and embrace the view
that sees them all as one.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2018
No actually
I’d rather take the time
to be holy. This isn’t something
I do for myself. This is something
I allow, the way the land allows the sun
to warm it, the way the air allows the rain
to wash it clean
A long deep breath,
a pause to close my eyes
and let the fullness sink in.
Yes, this is what I’d rather do,
this is what I choose.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2017
Underneath the slow drift of thought
(so many horror stories how it got that way)
there lies the urge
wild as water
wild as virgin rivers
to reconcile
to flow together
to abandon all divisive tales
and breathe as one
None of us really wants anymore
to be the winner —
we have started to see
that when one of us loses
so do we all
and we have all lost so much already
that we are really desiring
to come home
to the place we are all washed clean
and we are all sorry
and we are all forgiven
and we can start anew
to live at one.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2017
Let me lift this cup of day
to my lips, let me taste
the light, the peppered challenges,
the satori of new illuminations
Let me lift the cup of this day
to my lips, let all the moments
kiss me with their inspiration,
let my thirst be ever quenched,
and my hunger — let it be awakened
Let me hold this cup of day,
this day, up to the light for blessing,
let me drink deeply, water to wine,
and in serving, let me be blessed.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2017
Take me beyond having answers
to the peace that stills the questions,
to the knowing that is the comfort
before which no doubts, no lack, can stand
I don’t expect or desire
to be seen as someone who understands —
I desire instead to see
understanding like dawn
bathing us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2017
Light falls across your face
as trees outside sift sun
through their low branches
Late afternoon finds us here
refreshed, at peace, settled
into what has been revealed today
of steady power, solid strength,
sovereignty
In the end, we can only be
true, we can only emanate
what we really are.
We learn it here, in the centered
witnessing of each other.
We learn it here
in what we see
and what we give.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2017
You can have
all the freedom, all the blessing,
all the grace you want —
just don’t try to hoard it
You can be
a changer of the world,
whose outlook
transforms the frames you see —
brings them to alignment
with their essential goodness —
just don’t seek to take the credit
You can know the bliss of oneness,
commune with Allness, dance infinity —
you won’t miss
the things that can’t come with you,
wake up — shake off the dream —
you’ll see.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2017
Not me, not you,
not the accumulation
of our feats and foibles,
not our prowess, not our evolving,
not the challenges we’ve met
or failed to conquer
But rather, the willing leaving
of all those stories, all those chains,
responding to what calls
the radical insides, the rawest
and purest of desires,
that which, when we ride with it,
thrums us alive,
each moment more
than we could imagine
This is where, meeting,
we will be amazed with each other
and at the same time, with ourselves —
this is where we’ll tell ourselves,
over and over,
yes and yes, yes and yes and yes.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2017
Sometimes in dream
you think you stumble into it,
sometimes you glimpse it
along the vectors
of possibility
And so you yearn for,
and strive to find,
a way you belong,
a thing you know you belong to
Not as a royal heir would have it
handed down with pomp and ceremony,
not as a thing hard earned
through study and examination
But as one who knows this place
deep in the heart,
who recognizes all its crevices
and remembers
all the life that has found shelter here,
one who can predict
the breath, the sigh,
the flutter of every feather,
one who can snuggle into this place
and be home.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 1, 2017
Let me remember once again
how to come into the sharing space,
to level the balance,
to leave outside
all impulse to steer
or to get you to change
I come into the sharing space
not with speech but with listening,
I enter the sacred
as seeker, as witness,
prepared to be overwhelmed,
lifted, transported,
prepared to be shined through,
prepared to be changed.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2017