We hold our mirrors up
and the light is here,
immediate, miraculous,
shedding truth upon our sense,
sending healing
through the depths of our transparency,
aligning us to see
we are all Soul –
our mirror selves illuminate the world.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2023
We, too, stand and let the light glow through us,
we, too, are formed in this communion,
we, too, reach out and grow,
nourished by what shines on us,
what shines us
And that compelling brilliance
you may see for just a moment
is really what we are, all of the time.
We stay attuned to this,
for this is all we need,
all we need and all we really know.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 12, 2023
Where Spirit sees,
everything is seen,
and everything that’s seen
sees with Spirit’s sight
No object can obscure another,
no shadow can be cast –
to be reflection is to be the light,
and everything is pure reflection here
Nothing waits to see if it is seen –
we know we’re seen by virtue of our seeing –
we know how Spirit shines through us
by seeing how we shine,
see ourselves lit
by that which we light up.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2023
Who wouldn’t like to know
their song has been
like this one is for me –
profound experience of coming home
The well known journey language
of the music scale,
used simply, but with a reaching honesty
that finds the deep tones
supporting high, sweet shifting harmony
to tenderly induce in me
this longing, this relief,
this gratitude, this peace
We ply our art, we let it go
out in the world – we never know
if someone, somewhere,
has found that it transports them
to some inner chamber
or some wide, wild view
I will fill my world
with the lights of others,
I will use them to understand
the way we’re knit together,
the way each of our gifts
can multiply collective bliss.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2023
No shadow is cast
upon that which glows
with the light which is given
to every thought of it,
every one of its conceptions
No shadow can cut across
the fact of love, known from within
as the only cause of being,
a care so infinite,
it wouldn’t let any state be a mere reaction
Every mote of consciousness
is love, is loved,
is caused alone by Love,
and so the whole of it
is ever free.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2023
Memories flicker like lights
in the fire, in the windows’ reflections,
and their reflections of each other’s light,
dimmer, smaller, greener
in more distant iterations
The lights were real, and they still are,
however faintly I perceived them then,
however tenuous they may seem now
They may not light or warm me on their own,
but they do show me
the constancy of light through all my times,
which, when I turn to now,
lights up my present,
and also all the tunnels of my past.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 4, 2023
I consider the brightness
that makes all this possible –
presence of substance,
primal truth of everything,
molten beneath a very thin crust,
goodness in essence, ready to break through
Look – see how it’s done so
here in these evening moments
where we laughed, and made music,
joined rhythms together,
rode on one sound we collectively made,
celebrated the light
And behind it, the brightness
that makes it all possible,
present and primal,
truth of our substance,
bearing us through our days,
authoring all our ways,
cause of our being
our love and delight.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2022
In my time
I’ve come to find
in every darkness
a light within,
stars shining up out of a well,
bright sheen across the body of a crow,
the steady dawn of truth amidst a maelstrom of confusion,
the fact of worth that breaks the numbness of despair
Even the black silence of coercion
is ultimately proved nothing,
powerless against the light of Spirit,
showing each of us our access to infinity,
sovereignty ours for all eternity.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2022
You don’t need to ask yourself,
What can I bring? What thing to carry
would make me worthy
to walk in this parade?
No one is watching,
and no one is judging,
but the light of blessing
that falls, just so, upon your head,
the light that graces you, and then reflects
in every face with whom you interact –
it is the thing we all are here to walk in,
and all of us can tell that it’s enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2022
Now it’s evening. The light show is over,
its last act, some pinkness in the clouds …
The light has gone to gray,
the gold is gone –
though dark has touched down many times today,
this time the rain will not blow through
with sun fast on its heels,
brightening the rain drops,
nestling shimmering clouds among the hills
Now the clouds have tucked themselves in,
pulling darkness over their heads,
letting the last light slip away
into the west.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2022