Since everything is Spirit-breathed,
nothing is unchosen –
the breath of Life moves
in its exuberance
in all you can behold
Behold – how much love rests
in every blade of grass,
in every petal,
and all the birds and frogs
sing it out –
it’s true of you, too –
it’s true of all of you.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2021
Within this reckoning
of what I know
and what I owe,
and what it would take
to be free and clear,
I see that I have to keep giving,
have to keep giving up
every single excuse
I make for myself,
have to keep giving up the self
that measures things
in terms of finite gifts,
have to accept
the infinite demand,
to reap the Infinity
of the I Am.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 15, 2021
In a defiance you couldn’t help,
you threw off the regimens,
the measured judgments, all the ways
you could be counted,
all the things you counted
as what might count or not count
in how you measure up
In a defiance that came of
being much bigger
than those judgments could hold –
infinite, actually –
you expanded beyond all boundaries,
embodying the humming
of the universe
There’s no parsing of this,
no point in even bringing it
to the counting table.
What you shine back
will not be counted in the old coin,
but everyone will feel its touch.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2021
We follow the lines back
to what we understand,
what we know has to be here
for us to be
We pass through voices
that try to slap us down,
to say these things cannot be real,
they are too good –
they are only silly constructs
of our hopes
But we will give each other courage,
we will remind each other –
we couldn’t be here if we didn’t care,
and our caring, thus far,
has kept us going,
and nothing, actually,
has ever made our caring stop
So we’ll deliver us
back to our source,
so claim the potency
of this and every hour,
becoming stronger
from flowing down this course
as we remember
the nature of our power.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2021
I will not give up, because,
in the matter of allegiance,
I give myself to one thing or another,
and giving up means giving in
to that which doesn’t care a whit
for me, or who or what I am
I will not give up.
Either my daily service
is to life, and joy, and all I love,
or I’ve bowed down to the enslaver,
the thrice removed from mindfulness
insertion of a clause designed
to hide what’s true and right
about my being
That argument
is as old as time,
but my being is eternal.It was here before,
and it will be here far beyond
the scope of self-important petty rules
Under whatever guise,
whatever seeks to hide
the brightness my desire shows me to be,
however boastful are its claims
or how official sound its names,
it has no foothold for constraining me.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2021
Try to describe this:
seeing yourself as a waterfall
instead of a vessel,
constantly pouring forth,
rather than capturing
that which you need,
having it
by virtue of being it,
receiving it constantly
only by giving it away
Knowing yourself beloved,
not by what’s given you –
by what you find yourself giving,
knowing it’s yours,
and knowing it’s you,
by all that is blessed
at your banks.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2021
Who am I
if I am not my words,
nor yet my attitude,
if I am not my context
or the things I’ve thought and done,
what’s happened to me …?
Who are you
if you are not
behaviors I observe,
or ways you interact
or things you do?
I take the thought of you,
of me, of all of us –
I try to move it deeper –
to that which sparks us awake,
alive,
what ties us with a lifeline
to the infinite.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 30, 2021
I come back around to the fact
that I don’t want to be
anywhere else, don’t want
to be anyone else –
that this place,.and this time,
and this company
are just right for me
See? All this has been prepared
to give the opportunity
for this learning, this growth,
this coming to understand
the timeless truth
I can receive
right here, right now.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2020
These days, I follow the lines of my hope
like sun rays, up through trees,
like tree limbs, along their reach,
their skyward thrust
It becomes clear to me
that none of us pushes up from nothing,
nor do we push up towards nothing –
we are clasped in the vision that we yearn to,
and the perfect searching
of every seed
into the essence of itself
is like our own journey,
day by day,
into our full appearing.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2020
Well, obviously,
love was formed to be inhabited –
it is my place
to step into it, full weight,
full stride,
to inhabit love with the confidence
of one who owns it –
all its wondrous infinite acres –
to take in its delights,
to bring in its full harvest,
to share its bounty endlessly,
hold nothing back.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2020