Something that does not exist
cannot be shattered
High horse of my positions,
brittle presuppositions,
self justified opinions
don’t need to fall in shards about my feet
Look at this tender dissolution,
silent, swift dispersal
of all of those illusions –
the sure fulfillment
of the law of presence
which holds me ever safe
here in my truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2023
We all are yearning towards ourselves,
our undiluted truth,
though we may settle, in the flash of time,
for something that reminds us of it
(a homonym, perhaps, or some non-fitting,
but still tempting, rhyme)
We put on what we do,
we try to realize ourselves.
When we fail, our truth,
though covered up, still gleams
(like coals in ash, which still have power
to ignite another fire)
None of what we posture
can make us any better,
none of how we fail
can make us any worse –
our truth – each one unique,
all of a kind,
will find us in the unity of Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2023
(for my sister, biking philosopher)
A long sleep with deep dreams
delivered me, rested, into the day –
threads of companionship,
trailing along into the dark morning,
accompanied my tasks,
their happiness settling things
into a balance, where a breath
can set things in motion,
where they still move
according to their multiple connections,
and still remain, more so than when in stillness,
exactly what they are.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 13, 2023
Back up, back up, pull your hand
out of the puppet, pull your voice
out of the dream. Stand up
and shake out your mane. Stand straight
and assume your actual character.
You can walk free of the whole set.
You are not bound by any script.
Your scenery is here – so much vaster
than the theater. You can walk out
into the wild wind. You can laugh
with the whistling trees. You can
let your heart be filled
with the power of your truth.
More than magical, it holds you steady
in the awe-filled unfolding essence,
harmony, and your place in it,
life, and your reason for it,
Love, and its touch in all that you are.
You, now being known.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2022
I try not to go back too often
to haunt the niches where I used to dwell,
the places of my former circuits,
roles I held to give me meaning
They have a stickiness that grabs at my attention,
but there’s nothing to them, really –
the Spirit that propels me
never needed names or titles,
nor could my essence stand without the Spirit
Leaving all those things behind
lets me get closer
to moving truly to my Spirit’s mode.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2022
After a day of distracting myself,
it’s a delicate process
to get back to the truth points
now folded under what I pulled up
spending way too long
with my old journals,
and the wordless hum of daily tasks,
but I will find them
This morning I woke up
luxuriously relaxed
from dreams of flying
and filling with sound
And I see that I was still me
back in those old journaled days
just as I was me
in those free flights.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2022
When I release the labels,
every one of us can slip through the bars,
free as fish, smooth as silver flashes,
anything that bound us up in judgment
left behind, caught against the grate
We didn’t need those definitions –
we can laugh in sleek joy
to find ourselves united
in the bright grace of our being
and the unity with which we move,
sharing currents and clarity,
surging onwards along our common course.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2022
Before any attempt
to show you anything,
let me be sure you can feel
that deep settled home,
that gravity
that balances you
with the core of the earth
And before I assess
where you stand about anything,
let me be sure that you feel
that bright buoyancy
that sends you up skyward,
home in the growing,
boundless and clear,
from the center of all that you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2022
Could be a thing you think of
as a little tiny speck, a mote
carried by the wind
that chanced to land –
a thing so insignificant
it isn’t even worthy of a mention
Could be the thing you think is small
was never elsewhere, never
drifted with the wind, never alighted here,
but is a place where the concealing paint has chipped –
could be that fleck of gold
reveals the whole of what you are,
and when you’ve seen it once,
you’ll see it more and more
and will discover,
despite whatever you had thought,
it is more weighty
than anything you’d ever known before.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2022
Before we’re even ready
to fully own our nature,
stride the acceleration
of swift unfolding purpose
We still can feel our nature
enlighten daily moments,
fill them with sweetness,
let us knit together easy
with those we have been given to collaborate,
co-exult, co-inspire, communicate,
leave us sound and light bathing
in the clear reverberation
of all that we have seen, and been, today.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 1, 2022