Tag Archives: identity

The Scope of Us

Posted on by
Reply

elm3

You and I,
We’re not the tokens
on this game board of dream
that we call life

We’re not the hands
that move the pieces,
We’re not the minds
that move the hands

We are so much more!
We are the whole frame,
the whole sphere,
out to the edge of what we say
our consciousness perceives

We are that presence
and we can govern it —
Not in manipulation
of all the parts
but in surrendering
to that great harmony
that knows and loves completely,
that moves us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2014

Drawn

Posted on by
Reply

drawn cropped

 

Every one of us is drawn
with lovingkindness
to our truth

There is no need to push each other,
no need to direct, persuade,
cajole, dictate
another’s course

There’s no perspective
held by any one of us
that is the one
that everyone should use

We each are drawn
from where we are
to what we are —
Our truth, our love
will guide us

And we can trust each other
to be led,
however blind we may be
to each other’s leadings —
We can wait, and watch to see
the growing masterpiece
come in to view
in how we all are drawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2014

A Reflection

Posted on by
Reply

twin ponds reflection2

It’s not what I look like
but how I see
that makes me shine,
that makes me me

It’s not what I know
but how I hear
that makes my course of action clear

If I go out without a pre-made script,
free of opinions,
I can be equipped
with emptiness that’s able to receive
whatever cries for gathering,
whatever needs
to rest and grow, and to be seen,
and bring its latent gifts
to vibrant being

Not how I see myself
but what I give
will feed my spirit
and make me live.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2014

In the volume of the book it is written of me

Posted on by
Reply

0103131745a

Sacrifices and offering hast thou not required,
but a body hast thou given me

Lo, I come —
Here I am,
delivered, finally
to this purpose
of living love

For which I’ll need
all the ever present angels
to ride with me,
to guide me,
to let me know
in a way that I can feel it
that I am loved,
that I am not alone

But even if I were alone,
this path is too compelling
to abandon —
My strides bear me upward
to new vistas.
I start to remember flying.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2014

Photo by Heather Mulhern

Divine Law

Posted on by
Reply

pea vines

The divine law
has never sentenced you —
It won’t exact a penalty
of suffering,
It won’t impose a shroud of guilt
or shame,
It never has decreed a world
where you must bow,
a laborer where no one knows your name

The infinite has always celebrated you
in ways no person
can fully comprehend —
Their little glimpses
— the glimpses we call love —
are just a pale reflection

The divine law
has established you
with all your singularity
and all your grace,
Upholds you royal
(just like everyone)
in your exquisite timing,
in your perfect place.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2014

Definition

Posted on by
Reply

definition

I am not my history,
I am not my age,
I am not the set of scenes I’ve seen

I am not the things I’ve done,
or people I have known,
I’m not my skills,
I’m not the times I’ve failed

I’m not my stuff, my size, my work,
I’m not the shape I’m in,
I’m not what people think of me,
I’m not where I have been

Though I may witness, every day,
most of the things above
I’m not boxed in
by any one of them —
The one thing that defines me
is my love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2014

Like Angels

Posted on by
1

like angels

We can be like angels
and touch each other deeply,
like sunset rays illuminate the clouds,
and feel, like angels,
the shimmering transcendency
that lifts us out of any tortured place

We can move like angels
to be where needed instantly
to give the bright embrace
that fills us up,
and live, like angels
on the nourishment
of blessing as we’re blessed

Yes, we can be like angels,
for this is what was promised us,
and this is what we’re made to do
and this is what we want.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2014

Borne

Posted on by
Reply

borne2

Make no resolutions,
Assay no regimen:
This — who you are —
is out of your hands

Nor does it belong to
those desiccated voices,
hollow echoes of disapproval
tunneled down the years,
speaking through the mouthpieces
of relatives and teachers (and yourself),
standing in for experts,
Knowing nothing

Your perfection is as close
as the little hitch of breath
that comes in the space between
the leaping and the falling
and the rush of being borne up
in the ever humming
affirmation of you.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 25, 2014

Inside

Posted on by
Reply

pure inside2

We are all pure inside,
We are all innocent.

The raging game of blame,
justification, tallies of offenses,
indignation,
the cringing battles fought within
about the way things went
and what they could have been,
the cover stories, image and bravado
are all just cloaks
and superficial froth
that hide the truth
that we are pure inside

And some of us, for some of us
will have a miracle of insight
to find the door, to take the path,
to wend their way inside
and with their touch reveal
each other’s innocence,
releasing that bright truth
to light each other
and, perhaps, the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2014

“I Shall Dwell . . .”

Posted on by
Reply

greenlake trees2

(questions)

Where do I live?
Do I live in dogma,
do I live in story?
Do I live in the rolling screen of memory?
Do I match constructs of my expectations
with the way things seem to be unfolding?
Do I try to make corrections?

What does it mean to live in Spirit?
What does it mean to live in Love?
Can I call this a house,
this place of comfort,
this felt experience of being loved?
Can I call this a house,
this consciousness of my delight
to stand here at the threshold
where we may see each other,
where we may meet,
Where we cross over?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2014