Wind gently bobs the seed heads
in the sheen of golden afternoon,
breathing through each strand
the gentle separation —
what has always been
from what has seemed to be
Everything has always grown in this love —
nothing has been condemned,
nothing has been sullied,
The sweet purposes come to fruition
and are gathered safely,
ready to bless through the winter,
ready to bloom in the spring.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2015
No one else does it for you.
That’s OK —
This holy work
is what you’re made to do.
The you essence,
so pure in your mustard-seed core,
must draw in the life water
that makes it swell,
must split, and multiply
and open out
so bringing forth
everything you are
There is no turning back,
there is no giving up —
once started, your unfoldment
must continue
till you, too, bring forth precious seed,
spreading your blessing
wide across the land.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2015
In the new equation,
motivation can no longer
be considered in terms of leverage
(incentives, consequences,
how to get someone to do something)
In the new equation
we may think in terms of lift —
lift of our collective wings,
mid-flight discovery
of our shared volition
where we don’t know
before we swoop
precisely where we’re going,
where the perfection
of the emergent direction
is the product
of the perfection of each of us,
and how we’re made to fly together
And none of us will need to be director —
We’ll all be listeners,
we’ll all be followers
of the wisdom that arises from our love.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2015
If you are lost,
if in your story
you are missing
pieces of yourself —
perhaps your peace,
perhaps your groundedness —
if in your story
you are waiting to be saved
Look now, for in this very afternoon
where breezes chase each other
through grasses and daisies,
The ground holds everything.
It holds you as well,
infusing your feet
with all the power you need,
spreading the strength
of the whole earth
into the heart of your presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2015
We come eager
we come ready
we come expecting to be surprised
We never know
which of our gifts
will make that key connection
that catapults us into vaster realms
We know that something
we haven’t fathomed,
some gift another brings,
some unseen part
will find a way to liberate our vision,
ignite the latent radiance of our hearts
And so we shed our plans and our projections,
come open handed, with no words in mind,
to let our gifts spring forth to meet each other,
hands and hearts so gratefully entwined.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2015
Let me remember
what holds me,
close as my skin,
close as my breath —
what bears me up,
what launches me
on every leap, each earth-blessed step
Let me lean in
and feel its strength sustaining me,
Let me feel its soft, abiding rest —
I cannot fall from here,
I can’t be helpless —
It guides me through my pathways unsuppressed
Let me not be fooled
by the illusion
that I walk unsupported
through indifferent air,
Let me be free from memories of pain,
let me be free from fear
That law that holds me now
has always been here,
close as my thought,
close as my name,
And it will always be
the arms embracing me,
Its comfort sure, its soulfulness the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2015
Funny the place where we find ourselves landed,
So many cycles our life has spun,
So many ways we have felt ourselves different,
wandering down our life paths alone
Funny to come to this open space
where it suddenly doesn’t matter at all
what people’s course has been,
what life has given them,
how they have happened
to find themselves here
We are here —
that’s the simple fact:
Here’s where we are,
all of our journeys now equal
We are here
at this place of sacred beginnings
where all of our searchings converge
and all of our arcs bring us home.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 14, 2015
I curl in the domestic purr,
the gurgling dishwasher,
the music in the other room,
the goldening of light around the lamp
as evening falls outside
The coziness breathes through these
but it is made of the collected warmth
of this day’s gifts —
the affluence of feeling
they have been enough
to sustain me through this curve of time,
to stoke my inner lights
and this day’s grace.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2015
The seed of love is such a small thing:
The permission of here and now
the assurance of enough
enough time for you, enough space
enough faith that here
in this generous
gift of the infinite moment
something wonderful is already present
and will unfurl in unimagined splendor
from where you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2014
Right where you are,
where you are right now
despite the swirling flurry
all around you,
despite how you may feel
ungrounded, floundering,
feet swept off the sand,
suspended, tumbled
Right where you are,
the force of your centered calm
is still in play,
It steadily asserts itself
beneath the fray,
It guides you home
You’ll feel a gentle balm
alighting like butterflies
upon your day,
whispering wing kisses
showing you
your heart, even when most moved
is still here,
still offers its sweet nectar
feeding you and everything you love.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2014
photo by Heather Mulhern