Look – look at our world,
and tell me, what’s not possible?
Can it really be possible
for us to wallow
in casual cruelty? Unwittingly
acquiesce to unmitigated horror?
Is it possible we would allow ourselves
to randomly give up our power
to those who use it
for the demise of all?
Look at the dawn, look at the field
when the fog lifts, and the sun
greets golden leaves of autumn trees.
Look at our hearts, and recognize
what’s possible.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2023
A peaceful evening,
and strains of immortality,
in song and image,
gather round me
Much there is to reconsider –
all the nets I used to try to weave,
fall apart, unable to enclose
the substance I am finding here
So I proceed in hushed stillness,
keep letting fall my former definitions,
endeavor to embody this new knowing
that shows us infinite, at one, and free.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2023
I will drop
into this quiet place,
into this cozy nest
where I am cherished and protected
I didn’t make this nest,
and I can’t make one for you,
but it is here
and you can drop in, too
This could be
the belly of a fish,
this could be your last fall
into desolation,
but what you find here
is the forever love,
the law that claims you as its own.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2023
No longer whipped about,
you find the sure alignment
that settles you, upward and solid,
fully at one with what sustains you
and gives abiding joy
Now that you know,
you will no more be fooled
by tallies of conditions
prerequisite to peace
Peace flows into you
and from you. Intelligence and calm
hold guard over all you love,
over your entire realm.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2023
I will not give voice to rage,
however justified it claims to be,
rage against rage,
justification on top of injustice,
indignation tearing at dignity –
this is not the voice
that can bring quiet,
this is not the voice
that leads to satisfaction
I will listen for the voice of peace,
seed crystal,
deep within all sentience,
present, thus, in each of us,
its symmetry and elegance
poised to grow,
ensured, by its very nature,
to reconstruct the whole space.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2023
In these early morning times, I feel
immortality hover about the house,
nestle in close with its abiding peace,
and I draw nearer to it,
finding comfort, finding warmth,
not even dwelling on a picture
of storms ahead – knowing my course is here,
step by step onward
into the beckoning arch.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2023
Waiting as the cymbal’s tremble
moves from crash to dissipation,
waiting in the space defined
by its detonation,
waiting to see where I’ll find myself
once the sound has settled
I could go on, then, as if
my inner membranes had not arrested their normal breathing
as they reverberated.
I could make a big story about it,
a problem, a set of things
that need redress
Or I could let the silence become attuned,
let it deepen,
go with it to the primal order,
align with trees, and night, and stone,
and seek the sight of stars.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2023
As people remember world shaking events, and ask each other “where were you at the time?”
so they are saying, one to another,
“what was it like for you?”
in the dawning of this, the Jubilee
But no one has loudspeakers, gathering crowds
for orations and punditry here – instead
it is like the quiet chime
of a tuning fork, and all the strings,
(one within each of us)
clear in their closeness, majestic
in their joining,
vibrate their accord
and the following harmonies,
on and on, the diapason
ringing into the stillness
of bright fresh morning.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2023
After the sun has gone,
trees share their secrets –
luminescence garnered from the day,
green growth that rustled in the wind
now still
In this between time before the crickets,
they offer depth and height and silence –
qualities for us to borrow
when we have need.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2023
As we have heard of wars
and rumors of wars,
so shall we hear of peace,
peace that comes with a power
against which
not even a stick can be raised
This peace wins by being
so inescapably inside us,
having grown up within us,
that no other way of being
makes any sense
This peace extends
wherever our lives send us,
this peace will win
by being presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2023