The rising moon may be the least of it,
grand though it is, between the firs
across the fields
The rising of hope may be a greater thing,
and the sense of purpose and delight,
and the intuition
that where we find each other
is in a different place
from where we are offended –
that, indeed, offense cannot be possible
in the innocence of being what we are,
the gift to all of us our being brings.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 1, 2023
Within my thought
and possibly to someone else,
I’m trying to convey
the nature and importance
of my innocence
The nature – in my thought,
it rockets up the sides of trees
and down along the roots,
it darts and pulses with the flow of energy,
and it can do no harm, for it’s defined
within the very impulse
that brings it forth
And as for its importance –
it frees me from the minefield of regrets,
it lets me know that I am whole,
and always have been,
it shows me, in this moment,
how to be.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2023
Streaks of light
and the fact of innocence
shine clear when all the lies are gone
And people find it’s not too late
for trading in their hard bought worldly views,
the savvy of the turning cogs of wickedness,
and rolling with them to come out on top
Far better the transparency
of simple justice, seeing the worth
of every living being,
the recognition
of how we’re blessed by each of us,
the loss to all of throwing anyone away
It isn’t a hard sell, for everyone
has longed for this. Each one who takes a stand
helps bring it forth –
the innocence defining each of us,
truth that’s been waiting for us all along.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 8, 2023
Little one, today you are free
of the choice you made
so long ago, when your body
was way too small
for such decision
and you were way too new
for that kind of burden
It was a lie, the need to choose –
you really could have had
all the good, and you still can –
you are free from every threatened consequence
You always have been a clear chime,
and no slipped felt could ever dull your tone.
Today, you can feel your full resonance,
today you are free to ring.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2022
Try to remember
when the demons howl at you
that you have the right
to remain silent. You are not required
to defend yourself, to be drawn in
to their nets of intimation
Try to remember
that we are here for you,
and we can vouch for your innocence,
we can vouch for your worth
And even though you may succumb
to many tears at their taunts, you will find
that the truth about you
lets you leave them in the dust
as soon as you remember.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2022
We find you innocent,
and the prognostication
of a long horrid journey
falls away
And the notion of yourself
just discovered to be
a fearsome monster
with many a rage
for which to pay
turns out to be a dream
We shake ourselves free
from troubling illusions –
we seek refuge
in what guarantees your being,
we get used to the prospect
of not being afraid,
not now,
and not ever again.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2022
I am here to redeem innocence.
Here to bring it out
from the infantile privilege
that has no notion of the cruelty exacted
on others to insure its rosy ease
Here to redeem it from the blind belief
that dutifully obeys, does what it’s told,
and thinks, thereby, to claim the promised joy
I am here to bring innocence through
the layers of separation
from the earth,
from honest work,
from the instinctive universal kinship
concealed by lies for far too long
To place innocence where it belongs,
where we are not guilty
of blindness or manipulation,
of willful ignorance or shallow bliss,
where we are neither duped nor dastardly,
where knowing all the truth has set us free.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2021
And if you need to stand up
in a crowded room
and speak for yourself,
if you need to be witnessed,
if you have done so, many many times
in the theater of your mind
Then the least I can offer
is a sympathetic ear,
an acceptance free of judgment,
a starting point that everyone deserves,
a place your innocence can surface,
can find its focus,
can come fully clear.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2021
I wanted to return
to the mingling of molecules,
the way the essential oils
you rubbed on you at the beginning of the practice
ended up in my clothes, in my hair.
I wanted to feel the comfort
in breathing as one,
in mixing our breath,
in sharing the intimacy
of one experience together
I don’t want this to be forbidden.
I want to reestablish
the innocence of breath,
the wholesomeness of closeness,
the fact of our sovereignty
excluding any hate or thinking evil
about each other, any way
to do each other harm.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2020
I will protest the innocence
of every burdened soul,
however young or old,
who wakes with dread,
who meets the hours
in sinking sense of debt,
who thinks of years
in washes of regret
Those allegations
never pertained to you,
you children of the light —
you have been ever fueled
by something unindictable.
Your being is comprised
of an essence so radiant
it will shine you
right out of all the frames
into unspotted day.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2019