We came here for this,
we came here through the rain,
the traffic, the boondoggles and backtracking,
the thought loops and the second guessing
We came here for this,
for this unassailable safety,
this deep rooted presence,
this consciousness that everything
is all right, everyone is worthy,
everything is at peace.
And after all life’s loops and tunnels,
it’s good to know.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2019
I was tempted by the mantle
of the good guy —
the evidence compelling,
the accolades attractive
But I considered —
What, then, of the bad guys?
Is there anyone I’m willing
to throw under the bus,
to think of them as scraps
to pull away from my fine cut out
and discard?
No. Let the cloth be whole.
Let there be no one condemned,
no one discarded.
Let the good I am
be one that holds out
for the true picture,
where no one is cut out
and all are welcomed,
where everybody’s place is integral.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 22, 2019
Everybody’s life
is just … their life —
the places where they fell,
and where they failed,
the losses of their hopes,
the pooling grief
There’s no comparison of lives —
not one person’s with another’s,
not one person’s, with what it might have been,
no one gets to have
the biggest joy, the deepest grief,
a story more worth telling than another
No one is cursed,
each one is blessed,
and underneath all the questions
is that simple fact,
the place everyone’s life
is trying to get to,
where nothing that happened matters,
and everything that is, does.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2019
We come out of our cubicles,
out of our discrete and one-toned sparkles,
out of our dispersal into many,
back to the eye of the One
We may spread out across the surface,
we may refract, we may go deep,
we may be graced with different reflections,
but we still hail from
the same light source
and holographically contain the whole
And so we see we are not strangers —
could not be, could not have ever been —
in this we’ll know as we’ve been ever known,
in this we’ll see as we are seen.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2018
Cradle me, let your arms
be a touchpoint, take me back
to where I don’t remember
but feel like I could —
This holding that shows me
that I am beloved,
my perfect belonging
wholly assured
(If there is one body
then there is one touch
that all of us yearn for
and each one can give)
No need to settle
for that which is partial,
provisional, grudging,
for sometime acceptance
Let this touch assure you, too,
that you have always
been welcome here.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2018
I come to where
the weapons of my warfare
are deep breathing, unruffled calm,
unthinkable through will, but gained
in the instinctive drop
to the core of everything,
the unlabored source,
the peace that opens out infinity
The weapons of my warfare
don’t choose any of these battles,
but sink, with comfort,
to the One.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2018
(for Jennifer, from the biking philosophers’ notebook)
If clouds can soften all at once,
so can hearts, so can long-entrenched
opinions, and all our expectations
There is a language
beneath the languages,
there is a way we know
that we don’t know of,
there may be sudden sparks
that arc across the seeming distance,
showing us, at last, that we are one.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2018
We will meet in the place
where nobody can be wrong,
where the luminosity of everything,
in night or day,
in solitude or chorus,
silences all empty, righteous chatter
and we blend, in the knowing
of the whole, holy, wondrous order
that liberates each searching tendril
and synchronizes every heart.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 8, 2018
Still tentative on this
but fascinated
to be delivered to the laughing place,
the place where there’s no weight
against my eye sockets, no barb
at the back of my throat,
no narrowing of eyes and set of jaw,
no slump of daily dosage of defeat
Can I ease in
to this wide plain
where I have confidence
in every person’s inner voice
and in the trueness of its counsel,
how it delivers each of them
as it delivers me —And any picture to the contrary
engenders laughter,
through the gentle affirmation
of the presence of the One Mind
that motivates and orchestrates us all?
©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2018
Underneath the slow drift of thought
(so many horror stories how it got that way)
there lies the urge
wild as water
wild as virgin rivers
to reconcile
to flow together
to abandon all divisive tales
and breathe as one
None of us really wants anymore
to be the winner —
we have started to see
that when one of us loses
so do we all
and we have all lost so much already
that we are really desiring
to come home
to the place we are all washed clean
and we are all sorry
and we are all forgiven
and we can start anew
to live at one.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2017