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Lunch with God

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You might go to sit down
and have lunch with God.
And it wouldn’t have to be different
from any other lunch — that is,
you can’t really have lunch
(or any moment) without God

You couldn’t have lunch
without life, without consciousness,
without some level of desire

These things are signs
of some much deeper
dimension of being,
that which moves you
at the very core

So if you pay attention —
if you really think these things through,
you’ll see you’re well companioned,
indeed, royally. And you can deeply savor
your lunch with God.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2019

Possessing the Land

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I will go up and possess this land,
I will not worry,
I will not be made to feel
like we are grasshoppers,
easy to crush by forces fierce and daunting

What I may be
in my own esteem
has no bearing at all
on prospects of success

The key is that I reckon
the source and will
that moves me
even as it moves everything

The key is that I go forth,
trusting and eager,
taking the steps with confidence
that, as long as I move forward,
I will be guided.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2019

Glory and Strength

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“give unto the Lord glory and strength”

It is rightfully called glory,
this internal exaltation,
this joy, this calm,
this shining out of
what I now experience as me
and know I don’t create it

Strength, as well, can truly be called given,
when I know this power
(which doesn’t come from me)
keeps welling infinitely,
supports me without end,
defines me as I use it
not to some grand end
that I have conjured up
but in the bright being
of eternal Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2019

Cause and Effect

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I let myself tune in to
the stillness inherent
in being everywhere,
the power inherent
in being all that is,
the fullness of the satisfaction
of having nothing but the All
be my powering source,
be my cause, be my information,
be my identity,
be my reward

I’m ushered into
the potent hush
that can be anywhere
with no trajectory,
in which I wait
forever, but with no delay,
no hesitation, no lurch, no pause,
and live the sweet unfolding
of Life’s eternal law.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2019

Temple

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Can my prayer
be anything but constant?
Are there other things to think about
than Mind’s omniscient action?
or other things to feel
than Soul’s uplifting?
Are there other things to do
than Life’s unfolding,
or any other place I’d want to be?

I used to think it sounded dull
to never leave the temple,
but now I’ve been there
and glimpsed the size of it.
It’s everything, really,
and everywhere there is,
and I am happy
to go no more out.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2019

Considerations

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(on biking before the storm)

Storm was predicted
and after the bright morning
it started to roll in

It is said that a wind passed through the mountains,
breaking the rocks in pieces
but the power was not in the wind
nor was the consequence
and there was a vast stillness
in the recognition
that none of that violence
could do anything
in the face of Truth

The snow was more benign than rain —
not wet enough to bother,
hardly visible, but finding its way,
sometimes, into my mouth
as I rode and considered
what it must mean
that the wind and the earthquake and the fire,
though they did break the mountains,
couldn’t do anything.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 19, 2019

The Eye of the One

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We come out of our cubicles,
out of our discrete and one-toned sparkles,
out of our dispersal into many,
back to the eye of the One

We may spread out across the surface,
we may refract, we may go deep,
we may be graced with different reflections,
but we still hail from
the same light source
and holographically contain the whole

And so we see we are not strangers —
could not be, could not have ever been —
in this we’ll know as we’ve been ever known,
in this we’ll see as we are seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2018

Workmanship

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I am the workmanship
of what I love.
So I discover my Maker.

What I thought it was my duty to uphold
is what is holding me,
what I believed was my creation
was my perception, blurred though it was,
of my Creator

This is cause for laughter
and deep sighs of relief —
I thought that I must fail
to bring the vision forth,
but it is brought —
brought to me by the only eyes
I’ll ever know, the only Mind
in which my love can dwell.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2018

I bow to my Creator

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Save, or I perish —
that is, hold me,
for your holding
is what makes me what I am,
Your thought of me defines me,
my movement and my voice,
my love, my focus, my desire,
my strength —
this is all your great idea

So I am not
(though it come back and back
like a recurring dream)
a crier on a mountain,
whipped by wind,
my voice blown back,
noticing whatever truth
I climbed up here to tell
is lost

My words, my song, my truth
come from you —
they are not lost,
for you are making them
new in each moment,
fresh as each morning.
I learn myself from you.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2018

Hush

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This concentration of power
allows no excuses.
There is no weak spot in the field
where the potency could leak out,
could run away

There is no voice against it,
no answer to it.

We are hushed, aware
that nothing makes sense,
nothing gets a hearing
outside of this truth,
in the face of which
we lay our weapons
and our burdens down.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2018