This transformation
is like leaving the land,
stepping into the sea,
swimming into the depths offered,
former concerns forgotten
Let me grasp it
just in this little moment —
that will be enough.
I can stand on this moment
and ride out to eternity,
since that is, of course,
the nature of now.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2019
In the end we will find
we have not been betrayed
by our choices. We won’t come to wish
we had known better
and done something else,
even when vast scenarios
play themselves out — if only …
Our coming into ourselves
is not a matter of chance,
of choice, any more than is
the river’s course
or the return of waves
back along their cycle at the shore
We’ll meet again — I’m certain —
We’ll celebrate the beauty of our lives,
the tender light we each shed
on the world and on each other
in every place where we were meant to shine,
undimmed by how we dipped our threads through time.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2019
We may prepare for the Apocalypse,
may prepare for many —
fortified and settled in, stocked up
and battened down
We could prepare for the Apocalypse
of flood, of fire, of drought, of cold,
yet the Apocalypse is not what’s ripped away,
but what’s revealed when everything is gone
Hence the preparation of the heart,
not to survive so much as how to be alive,
to see beyond the veil
of all the worry, judgment, dread,
to what, when all is finished, will remain.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2018
When I can remember
how time turns out to be
nothing at all,
how the wholeness of you
was complete before we knew you,
continued so, all throughout that span
and is so now,
then I can feel
the joy of your being
that touched so many moments
and blessed so many hearts
so thoroughly, then as now,
and I can know
a similar purpose
attends each of us.
Your light can still
guide us there.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2018
The only place we’ve ever lived
is in the place where we can never die.
This isn’t what it looks like,
these days, these goals —
whatever I have thought of them before —
these changes . . .
Now I’ll keep paying attention
to what lights us up
deep down at the source,
what makes us live and move
before we even enter all the surface fray
This isn’t what it looks like
but it is something. Indeed,
it overrides whatever I had thought —
these changes, this which never changes.
This which I may find to be enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2018
I sense that I have barely comprehended
the size of unconditional
and what it means
to be companioned in that vastness,
comforted at every step
And how it is that there’s no far away
in everpresence, no departure
from here. Space without distance,
development with no constraint of time,
nothing locked away by past or future,
everything at hand in earth and heaven.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 31, 2018
This is how it is
living every day in the sunlight of Truth —
today as eternity,
no track record required,
just this one day as a thousand years,
just a thousand years
as one day
This is how you know
in this now
that what you are
has always been,
even as it must be —
your shine proves eternity,
your essence proves truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 27, 2018
Time is of no more use to me.
I’ve been forced to give it up.
From now on I will approach it broadsides,
I will move in the current
where our growing awareness of Spirit
sweeps up all the broken dreams of history,
sets to right every small and large sadness
that ever occurred,
unites us with our past and future generations
and chimes a chorus
that will echo throughout the vast eternity
where there is time no longer.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2018
wind driven rain
whips at the house,
rain falls through me
in waves, in recurring torrents
I’m like a spring tree,
my buds paused, my limbs wet,
water following its path
along my roots
I am not melting
though it may feel like it,
the soil will receive all of this —
my leaves will use it
to open out and grow.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 17, 2018
Be thankful for the day —
it is enough
to tuck the old man in,
to see the comfort
of soft sheets around his chin
It is enough
to have accomplished
the simple tasks
and to have felt the soft burn
of inner fire, curling
at the base of being,
connecting us to eternity
and the truth no lies can cover
and the clear direction that it gives,
untouched by any turbulence of time,
bearing us silently
into our role
as keepers of the stars.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2017