Worth

Posted on July 13, 2015 by Wendy

When all the foreign voices in your head
are hushed,
you’ll know that you have always known
how solid, how unmovable,
how deep
is your intrinsic worth

This is why you care enough
to defend yourself,
this is why you care enough
to be sad

This is how you know that you’ll prevail —
your essence will prove equal
to everything it needs to bring you through.
You’ll rise to more than you dared hope:
The truth about yourself
will guide you surely
to the great work your heart desires to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2015

Stress and Clamor

Posted on July 12, 2015 by Wendy

It can feel like a high desert —
winds blowing fierce around the buttes,
tough sage leaning in against the rocks

There is a still
where water gathers
and the seep of secret green
colonizes crevices

Lush plants spring up,
frogs sing (where did they come from?)

This is the reward for going deep
beneath the stress and clamor of the day,
This is what you can bring
from your ever-sustaining source
to bless even the desert
with life and fragrance.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2015

The Smell of Smoke

Posted on July 10, 2015 by Wendy

They are not touched
by the smell of smoke
or any aftermath
of any evil thing

There is no chain of hurt
no mindless consequence
blowing down the canyons
into people’s lives,
nothing that can sit upon them
bearing down upon their lungs

Every one of them
regardless of what happened
anytime, anywhere,
can find themselves
clear and holy,
pure and whole,
just as they are imaged
in the Mind that makes them
who they are.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2015

Touching Ground

Posted on July 6, 2015 by Wendy

Now and again in flashes
I get this image:
My foot touching ground
for the first time,
the knowledge of contact
flowing back into me
up the curve of my calf,
my knee,
I feel its echo down my arm
as if my arm had never
up till now
been really here

And I sense
that this discovery
is what I have always needed
to move with power in the world,
to be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 5, 2015

Liberated

Posted on July 5, 2015 by Wendy

Though you may carry your shame
in your posture,
though you may exude
the helpless unhappiness
that shows you feel
your body has not been your friend,
though you feel bullied
by its insistence on exposing
your ungainly softness,
making you a target for rejection

Though you have also hidden
behind your flesh,
made it a fortress
behind which you hope
to be invisible,
You can’t hide your glorious light

You are a marvel —
your sensitivity, your fine desires,
your tender hopes, your latent
tendrils of affection
are intricate and precious,
and if the world isn’t worthy
of your gifts,
it still needs them
and will be profoundly liberated
as you set yourself free.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 4, 2015

Standard

Posted on June 25, 2015 by Wendy

It doesn’t matter what your demons are.
Demons are not a factor in the work.
It doesn’t matter who has told you
for however long
that you’re not worthy

It doesn’t matter
what your regimens have been,
how you have marshaled all your forces,
whether you succeeded,
how you failed

This one thing
is revealed to you
beneath all that,
for once not requiring of you
any kind of change,
for once not measuring you
against any standard
except yourself,
to which you stand exactly
as you were made to be —
so loved, so celebrated,
so ineffably perfect
at being who you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2015

Grounded

Posted on June 22, 2015 by Wendy

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.

The Dawn of You

Posted on June 11, 2015 by Wendy

The sky is waiting
for the dawn of you —
your full orb to follow
these beams which already
have lighted and thrilled it

We are waiting
for our fingers
to meet your outstretched hands,
for the sweet interlock
through which will course
unbounded joy

There’s no hurry about it:
What we see already of you
is enough for now —
the bright anticipation
kindles us, in this moment’s reception
of all that glows glorious
as your heart rises.

Seeing the Light

Posted on June 8, 2015 by Wendy

We will give up
trying to be good
and trying to look good
and trying to justify
relative worth

We will give up
the anxious glances,
the frenzied measurements,
the sad assessments
of us and the world

For we will know
that this good of us
is not of our doing
or our undoing —
It is held immutable,
unsullied,
and will glow triumphant
and enlightening
through all our days.

Reveal

Posted on June 4, 2015 by Wendy

When all the masks dissolve
(as well they must, against the potency
of our being)
We’ll see each other, and we’ll know
that nothing we have fretted over
ever mattered at all

The person each of us has always been,
the one we’ve always known,
turns out to never have been sullied
by failures or by fears

That deeply lovable, delightful being
we each so valiantly
have striven to defend
is who, now that the mask is down,
appears,
never faded, never fallen,
never broken, never marred by years,
ever shining, radiant and clear.

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Tag Archives: identity

Worth

Stress and Clamor

The Smell of Smoke

Touching Ground

Liberated

Standard

Grounded

The Dawn of You

Seeing the Light

Reveal

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