In the deepest reaches of your being
the jewel of humility
is ready to shine,
its pearly surface
catching the light,
showing itself beautiful,
casting its luminescence,
pure and iridescent,
rendering you enchanting.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7 2021
So many moments
bring opportunity
to enthuse on what the light is doing –
rooms, inside and out,
beckon entrance,
encourage passage
to some new entrancement
I go there with my mind
like flying with the wings of birds,
feeling their uplift,
gliding with their arc,
held and reflected,
numinous as day.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 31, 2021
I want to find that box again
and see if I can open it –
the light that came out
was yellow and orange,
and the warmth of it indescribable
I found it in a small place
tucked deep within – it was unpretentious,
it had a secret latch
and I opened it almost not on purpose
And the light bathed everything
in its wondrous glow,
and illumined a space so large
that there was room for all of us
to stretch into our true being
and inhabit the full size
of our innocence
and our dominion
and our duty and our power
to heal the earth.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2021
Today I was up early enough to learn
that here in the valley,
though the sun still rises in the east,
it pours in from the north,
trees along the western edge
lighting up, starting from the top,
striated rays sifting between branches,
the line of light touching the valley floor
before the sun crests the eastern hill
I watched the sunlight kiss the crown
of the oak tree, watched as the distant pines
received their light in turn,
like an anointing,
watched the hill’s shadow recede,
slowly, then suddenly,
as the sun claimed its reign
and brought the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2021
Love illumines you.
Understand this:
follow the pulse of your being
all the way down
to what wants to be –
what wants to be seen,
what wants to be known,
what hungers to find its expression
Love illumines you
way down to the core –
love is what courses
underneath everything,
spurring your very existence
Love illumines you
from the inside,
the only light you can see by,
the light by which you are seen –
look how it shines you up
right through whatever else
you may have thought had to be
Look how it shows you are
everything that you are,
right through what others might see,
right to the place you are free.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2021
In the adventure of immortality,
I leave behind the currency
in which I used to deal
Instead of tokens,
the true object of desire,
instead of rules for the exchange,
a clarifying harmony
Yes, it impels me to be still,
for how, otherwise, would I take in
this light? – that settles
everywhere around me
How else would I follow
the infinite dendritic reach?
– always inward, always where it nourishes
the deepest recognition of identity,
and cherishes
every thought its touch impels to rise.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2021
It’s not about being right,
it’s not about winning
The omni-directionality
of the converging chorus
overcomes, with its sheer beauty,
any operatic sense
For you’ll find
you’d rather be part of it
than be exalted on your own –
you’d rather be an unnamed conduit
of this transforming light
than to be spotlighted,
called out as a star
You’d rather know
someone went home
feeling filled with brightness
and shared it with their family
and they all felt
delighted in and blessed
You’d rather know
this light is the current
that keeps everything going,
just as it always has
and always will.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2021
We find we are like water –
come amorphous to the morning,
to the moment when the light hits
and we array ourselves in shine
Before then, of course,
there is much movement –
we rise to meet the air, we drift,
we kiss the edges of the things we know,
we make fog, we roll, we lift
we curl up small and tumble down
All this to know ourselves
in how we let the light be seen,
all this to show our essence
in how we meet the dawn.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2020
I start to feel the deep dark pools
whose surfaces may shift,
may show or hide
the fathoms underneath
The season’s lights reveal them –
they glint with their reflection,
they multiply the brightness,
illuminating memories
We’ll have no Christmas lights
this year, not even candles –
the lights that shine for me
will be the deep internal ones,
the ones made brighter
as they plumb the darkness,
the ones that walk with us
along our solitary path,
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2020
The light catches us
in moments we didn’t pose for,
renders us radiant
in the midst of daily efforts
we thought we were just
trying to get through
But actually it’s showing us
what we are –
made of brilliance,
of spontaneous
glory and grace,
just like everything
we share this earth with,
finding home within the power of place.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2020