Love touches every surface
as eagerly as water seeping
into soil, finding each tiny crevice
and filling it suddenly
Love goes in infinitely small,
embracing every grain of thought,
of being. The intimacy of being known
closer than I ever could imagine,
of knowing something by the way
it touches me
opens me out
like a chestnut frond —
so much unfolding
from one little bud.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2015
I think of sinking
to the silent place of upwelling
where the life force springs forth
inside of me
I see the soft, brown depression,
a sign of water past
but nothing there
I pause before attempting
to dig deeper —
It is not in me:
The life force comes from everywhere,
quicker than instant —
It fills me full
Clear, clear water
cold and warbling
refreshing as
presence discovered to be infinite,
Flowing me,
showing itself to be me —
liquid elation,
treble peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2015
As we roll down the landscape
like wind-riding clouds
exulting in our stretching
and our shifting
and our effortless progression
through the expansive blue
There’s no need to remember
the shells we left behind —
how rigid they were, and how fragile,
and how essential we somehow
thought they were
No need to consider going back,
for everything we ever were is here —
our substance and our power,
now finally liberated
can take their place
in heaven’s sphere.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2015
Here I am again
considering infinity
and the swift intake of breath
that meets the deep cold plunge
of surrender
Here I am
releasing my impressions and opinions
and the sense of things
I held so hard as true
Here I am falling
into the sky
where the searing immensity
of what can be healed
shimmers all around.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2015
The infinite canvas awaits!
The palette of thought,
the waves of color and connection,
the currents of harmony —
All we have desired
more deeply than we dared to dream
is ours
to create
in this field of time and space
with this impulse of Spirit
So we are designed
to bring all possibility
into being,
to know the fullness
of this moment by moment
dance
of all art,
of all music,
of all life.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2014
In my not quite dreaming state
I felt like another person,
someone who was sleeping on my other side,
someone who had another stairway,
chocolate colored, smooth like pudding,
that she could climb
to another story.
The draft on my back
that kept me awake
also made me feel alive —
small bursts of excitement
at possibilities of places to fly,
people to be,
buzzing through my shifting sense of self . . .
My daily window of belief —
How small it is!
How infinite the plane
in which my life can play!
©Wendy Mulhern
January 14, 2014
At any moment,
you can be
the spark point of divinity,
the nexus of reflection,
the place where the God light
touches down
between you and another.
You can be willing,
which makes you
a tuner, an amplifier
for the ever present music
that stirs your inner infinity
and brings it up —
an offering
that unites you both in blessing
and carries your sudden comprehension
down the bright living stream of life.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2014