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Our Ride

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The key perception
is knowing what we ride on,
what holds the rolling forces
through which we move,
what keeps us full and vital
and in play

Then we’ll know it’s not dependent
on anything except the one infinity,
and how we’re held in sweet divinity,
wedded to the brightness of our days

And we won’t be frightened
by threats that we might lose
our source of comfort and protection,
or that the place where we belong
could fall away

For then we’ll stand up strong
against whatever may claim power,
ride steady and exhilarated
through the fray,
showing by our lives
the nature of our strength,
showing with our love
the winning way.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2016

Window

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This is my quiet space,
this is my window
into the universe

This is where
what I can see
is only limited
by the size of my willingness
to receive. I can take in
myriad vistas, flying undulating planes
of microscopic order. I can see the worlds
for whom my being moves
in geologic time. I can feel
the grand repose
of the colossal slowness
of my motion

This is my place to wait for
the touch that lights me up,
that reckons me
in the scale of infinity,
that renders me relevant
in the love of all things.
This is the touch that loves me
and awakens my boundless love.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2016

Take This In

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Here is a secret:
Being is not something you can fail at.
This despite the very loud
opinions to the contrary
and their constant repetition,
throughout all your years

Here’s a truth to take you by surprise:
You didn’t make yourself. And what did make you,
what makes you still, in each moment
of your breathing, each eye-blink of awareness,
is no podunk show, no lazy shop, no third rate joint

The enormity of what you are
(broad as the stretch of your imagination)
bears witness to the size of your creator,
which, besides being too big to fail,
is also the only thing in the whole stupendous
here of consciousness

And it doesn’t let you fail. Not you,
not any of these others.
If you think you stand in opposition,
think again. You are given, after all,
a deep enough understanding
to take this in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2016

Foot Washing

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Any moment can be a portal
where the compelling touch
of a neighboring world
connects your current
and pulls you through

Any touch can be the contact,
and as you flow through,
the miracle is
you don’t ebb from here —
instead, some before unknown infinity
rushes in and multiplies you,
rendering you equal to the blessing

When I wash your feet
or you wash mine,
the humbleness and love in which we meet
gathers us both
into a bright world
which we immediately know
has always been our home
although we’ve never walked in it before.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 27, 2016

What We Are

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None of us are what I thought we were.
We are not bundles
of incremental striving for self betterment
with random heaps of cluttered failures
making for secret shame
and weighing down our efforts with inertia

We are not defined or saved
by one or two shining streams of virtue
which somehow breached the ruts
we thought of as ourselves

And we are not the patterns
we unconsciously lay down,
learned from our culture, over and over,
hiding our wounds and our power

What we are
in leaving all of this
is free,
what we are is glory,
what we are is here for us right now —
look how it rises up from the stillness,
look how it brings us home.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 21, 2016

Paper

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Let the paper of my life
be unscrumpled —
smooth it out with hands of revelation.
Let me feel their spreading touch
through my skin, through my bones,
let me stretch into the fullness of my being

Let the paper of my life
be transfigured,
the square of it giving place to light,
the pieces dispersing
like embered ash
leaving a bright space
replacing all that was written,
its opening dimension
now known as me.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2016

Full

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This breath will lift you
to the very corners of your being —
nay, for your being is a plane
that extends infinite, far beyond
the page, the canvas

This breath will fill you instantly
although you are infinite —
you will rise at the brim point
of satisfaction, you will fly
in the full power of your wings

For indeed, though your presence
fills the field of all that you can see or know,
you still have locus to express the impulse
of your joy, you still can soar
along the contours of your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 13, 2016

A Page, A Light

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Though I have thought myself a figure
(as scribbled on a page)
in fact, I am the page,
and all that’s there
belongs to me —
the scribbles and the story,
and especially
the luminescence rising up behind them
whereby it can be seen that they are there

And though my body
and what I’ve called my mind
have craved to own
just a little more
of that resplendent light,
in fact, the light is me
so I can have it
with no further regimen
of self improvement

Indeed, there is no need
to look to those dark marks
for understanding and acceptance —
I can form them
as part of my expression,
but they don’t form me or contain me

I am so much bigger —
a page to tell the truth,
a light in clear reflection of its source.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2016

Knowing You

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Ah, let me not know you
according to the little box
you have created for yourself,
however sunny its windows
and engaging its points of views

Let me not think
we can only know each other
if our boxes haply interlock.
We are so much grander than that!

Let me know you by the
bright winds of your thought,
the way you meet the broad air
and the smell of ocean,
Let me know you by your tender observation
of that which captures your delight,
by what you come to understand,
and what your hands master

Let me not even require connection
to know your worth,
Let the free ranging of your being
give me joy
for whatever span
it falls across my day.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 4, 2016

Causality

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Give me the lens to see the causal bones,
the structure upon which all movement hangs,
Let me see them shining there like jewels
beneath the mounds of things accumulated

Beneath the the names and forms,
the grades, the price tags,
and everything we shore up
in our struggle for security

Let me see how they stretch out
smooth and powerful,
glowing in translucent iridescence,
moving with the sovereignty
that marks their gait,
framing the procession of all life,
tuning the spheres
world without end.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2015