My sense of beauty is enchanted
by this transition time
where windows show
the view and the reflection
at the same strength
and illustrate
things that go through each other —
inhabit the same space
without touching,
move according to their own lights,
their own laws —
coexisting
only in the eyes and minds
of those observing.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2019
You can’t fall
into the darkness
because your being
is made of light
No gravity affects it,
and even if it could fall
it would bring its essence with it,
lighting up the way and pushing darkness
ever farther off
You can’t fall into darkness
but we can release
any dark presumptions that have tried
with jagged scribbled lines
to draw a ragged image
on your form
We can let them go
and they’ll fall down,
way, way down
where they don’t even have a story,
far away
where they can trouble you no more.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2019
If you brought them all together —
all the moments, from many different lives,
where the dream was broken through
and the light poured in —
You would see many different shapes —
a death, a near death, a psychedelic trip,
the answer to a prayer offered
from the very depths,
a gift of life received, the gratitude invoked —
The shapes are not the light.
Light can come through anything.
And what you do with the dream
after seeing the light
is not trivial. There is guidance
to be found, about how this is done,
guidance, and guides,
along the upward way.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2019
If I could tell you
my deepest, newest thoughts,
they would have the same words
that I’ve been saying for years,
the same words others are saying,
no doubt, like me, noticing that
they essence they are trying to convey
does not come through
Words! — they are fickle vessels,
more like light projections
that you can walk in front of
and fill them with your shadow
while the image is reflected
off of you
But light — light can inhabit words,
if briefly, and it can keep them
in listening’s reflective silence.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2019
I will turn all the pictures in.
I will set my eyes to see
at cross dimensions,
in places that cut between,
that take the same colors
but make of them a wholly different story
Every story told in terms of good and bad
will change to true accounts of fine engagement —
they will sparkle easy grace
and glow with an intensity of depth,
they will shine with courage and surrender —
courage in how much we give for love,
surrender as we recognize
we never need to earn it
There won’t be anything there
that puts us in a bad light,
for there we will be seen for what we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2019
The lights are everywhere.
I see them, at times,
like chinks between the trees,
like smiles of pleasure and of recognition,
and at times like moonlight across fields,
silvery joy, opalescent peace
Sometimes I see them falling —
raindrops searching our their pathways,
sometimes I see them rising —
vapor in the morning sun,
in all the ways that they appear,
the same in essence,
ever called by hope,
answered in presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2019
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
In the realm of Spirit
there is no rationing —
You will rise like morning
drenched in joy,
you will drink freely
and light will flow liquid
across the whole page
of your day.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2019
Grant me this:
Let me bring the light forth
into my day. Let it make a difference.
Let it do more
than light me up inside —
let it illumine
the treasures of the hearts of others.
Let them see themselves
as deeply, dearly seen
You who have shined the light in me,
I ask you to complete this —
it is your work to bring it forth
and mine to hold it up.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2019
Rain and wind have washed the night,
the day comes boisterous, all gusts
and pent up clouds, released to romp
in blue, to stretch across the day
Grasses graced in gold and green
show silver sides before the wind,
and though it’s winter — many storms
to come before the spring —
the earth and sea both feel awake,
alert with life
I too can feel the ever present freshness
within, without — I too can be made new.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2019
