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House of Justice

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The rooms of this house  –
I consecrate them  –
Let them be fully filled
with harmony. Let the rhythm
of Soul so saturate the spaces
that everything within reverberates

This is a house of justice,
so all who enter here
are seen for what they truly are.
There is no frequency here
for false representation  –
it finds no chord and so is left in silence

And even if your truest tone
has so far never sounded,
it will ring out here,
so true are the harmonics  –
if you didn’t know  before,
you will know now,
and so will all the dwellers
in the house.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 9, 2021

Song

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Let Spirit breathe through you
until you notice
you are not a structure being sounded through,
not a flute, not a pipe, but rather
the song itself

And the timbre is not a product
of anything but Spirit,
and the tune is ever Spirit’s own,
and the words –
how much like home they feel!
– for all the song resounds
with what you are,
as Spirit sings your every tone.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2021

As you are

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Look – I know you grew up
being pushed around  – we all did –
I know you grew up being showed
there was no place for you, unless
you chose your side,
made your allegiance,
and did what you were told
would gain approval

It was like that for us all,
but listen  – remember how
a voice inside protested?
Remember how you knew that somehow
none of this was fair?

Maybe we all do. And maybe
we can save us all if we will notice:
We weren’t designed to be pushed.
We weren’t made to be molded.
The logic of ourselves
comes from the cherished center
where every molecule is given room
to frame the dance and dance it,
to grow up being exactly what it is,
and not be used as pawn or conduit

And you are not a route to someone else’s
distant destination –
you are the place to be.
Right here.
Just as you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2021

The river of you

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Dust can’t array itself
against a river

No amount of intricate
setting of snares
to catch and defraud,
to frame and denature
and marginalize
have any power
to halt or turn or block
in any way
the quick and vital current
of your being

Dust finally
has nothing to say at all.
The river of you runs clear
and wild and full,
loving every bank and turn and fall,
singing of its cause, its source,
its all.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4,  2021

The Tempter

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The tempter urged me to consider
alternative scenarios  –
what will you do if …?

But I will not consider them.
There is no if outside of
what we are, no condition
that puts us outside of our being

The tempter urged me
to use its timelines  –
to measure progress in terms of
things getting better

But I will not use them.
There is no getting better
than what we have always been,
there never was an incompleteness
to our essence

The tempter urged me to take a side,
made it attractive, saying
my side’s so much better

But I will not take one.
There are no sides to the infinite,
there’s no division in Oneness  –
and I’m secure in what I am
without the tempter. It has no place
nor purpose in my life.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2021

Illumination

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Love illumines you.
Understand this:
follow the pulse of your being
all the way down
to what wants to be  –
what wants to be seen,
what wants to be known,
what hungers to find its expression

Love illumines you
way down to the core –
love is what courses
underneath everything,
spurring your very existence

Love illumines you
from the inside,
the only light you can see by,
the light by which you are seen –
look how it shines you up
right through whatever else
you may have thought had to be

Look how it shows you are
everything that you are,
right through what others might see,
right to the place you are free.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2021

The flight ahead

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No, you can’t go back
into that egg, little bird.
Consider the rush of wind,
the beat of wings, the power
of the updraft. Consider
the glide, the taut curve
that held you and the air
in that exquisite relation,
the slight turn of feathers
that let you carve the sky

You really don’t want to go back
to being passive, helpless, dark –
you really don’t wish to not know anything
but some obscure external warmth
and some small flutter
of potentiality

Though it may seem
that the migration that awaits is long,
and that the wind grows cold
and you are all alone,
great arcs of grace await you
all along the way –
you’ll  be escorted by the knowledge
of many generations. More importantly,
you are discovering,
each flight filled day
just what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2021

Being, Doing

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If what I am
is really so much larger
than what I have been trained
to think myself to be

If, rather than corporeal,
my essence finds its home
where it can handily traverse infinity

Then what I do must also be defined,
not in the bumbling mortal mode
in which I’ve moved,
but in the way that holds the reins of winds
and witnesses the quality of days,
the way that holds the space for liberty to bloom,
and every entity to find its radiant room.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2021

Shrouds

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Go ahead and take it down –
however proud of it you may have been,
however much you thought you needed it

Go ahead and take it down,
though you have counted it as your own,
like a tattoo, or something deeply etched

It may have markings of your status,
high or low, or what you’ve earned,
it may be tied up in how others see you,
but go ahead and take it down

Old tatters or a rich brocade,
the colors and the tallies of the teams you played,
the records of your triumphs and mistakes you’ve made –
you’ll be much freer when you take it down

The shroud removed, the light comes streaming in,
you feel the air anew, and you can breathe again,
as life unlimited fills up the waiting plain
at every place the shroud is taken down.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2021