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Fearlessness

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They wake up to fearlessness
amazed by the weight of it,
or is it weightlessness?
— subtle perfection of balance
allowing their hands
to move with precision
accomplishing everything deftly

They wake up to fearlessness
awed by the sound of it,
or is it silence? — the absence
of voices predicting their downfall,
the chorus of joy at their presence

They wake up to fearlessness
one more time — they imagine
never forgetting again
the full-hearted peace
where no demons can even
occur to them — everything given
to bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 3, 2019

Harbor Song

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Mystic harbor, grey on grey,
the breath of peace descending,
rainfall, nightfall, come what may,
the buoy clangs unending —
this, too, could be your song

Beyond the thought of what to say
or how the mood is trending,
the quietude can find its way
to meet your heart ascending —
you, too, belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2019

Lift

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And if, today, I offered refuge,
and if, in any way, it was received,
if I spoke truth about a living comfort
and if, at least in part, it was believed

Then I, too, can ride along the lift lines,
I, too, can share the haloed glow —
the gift of refuge, offered freely, will afford me
peace I otherwise might never know.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2019

Assessment

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And if I didn’t avail myself
of all the gifts of the day —
if I saw the lifting light of afternoon
but didn’t venture out,
if I saw the pink of eastern clouds
hint of splendid setting in the west
but stayed inside

I still enjoyed the coziness,
the being warm and dry,
the light and heat
available at fingertips

I still enjoyed the prospect
of a peace so unassailable
that everyone, so gratefully
would sink, delighted, in,
cradled, welcomed, and redeemed,
and thus made new.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2019

A need met

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I looked for a way
to fill myself with stillness
like how the water birds
this early morning
bathed themselves in calm,
and I, watching them,
could breathe it in,
that centering
expansive as the whole pond
and all the sky
and the burnished sun
that rose softly

I needed that later
when the day was muted
and I rode in heaviness
despite the songs
I sang to myself
along the road

It didn’t come right away
but since I asked
and since I waited
and since Life is kind,
by the end of my ride
it came through.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2019

Time Travel

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I let myself float
in the golden light and sound
of Christmas — bright peace
suffuses me, everyone
is haloed. This liquid
dissolves time, at least
for a moment, and I travel
through the years, along
the glow lines,
reaching back
to all the Christmases
where this illumination
punctuates the year.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2018

Secret Peace

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I think not many people
want to consider
what it’s like
on the other side
of the unthinkable
— certainly I never did

And when they say
they just can’t imagine it,
that is most likely true,
though their minds have thrown up images
of the pain,
and walled it off quickly
(that is what I always did)

Yet there are also many
(more and more of them,
as we get older)
who have crossed
(or been thrown over)
the line

And of them
I’m sure many have found
the sweet secret peace,
and hold it like a small light inside
and don’t tell anyone about it
(for who would they tell?)
but you can see it there
if you know to look.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 19, 2018

Into the Allness

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Well, peace was one thing that I asked for,
and any one of those infinities would do —
peace, joy, belovedness,
unfolding in a holy purpose —
any of those, glimpsed here, and really grasped
delivers those who hold it to the Allness

But I confess, I didn’t get there that way.
The door I went through was grief, was storm,
and it wasn’t me holding on to anything,
it was something so much vaster holding me

So I was delivered
into the Allness
where all those infinities are fully given,
where they comprise the fiber of our being
with which Love weaves us
day by day by day.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2018

An Observation

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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

Settled

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Peaceful as evening,
as a fire-warmed house
and brisk fresh air outside,
low crescent moon
among the branches

Peaceful as being clean
after a hard day’s work,
this glow has settled over me

It lets me know
there never was a way
I could fail at my life,
foolish though I may have been,
innocent as I may ever be

All I’ve been given
was given with love,
and I have received it
with enough grace
that I can feel where it comes from.
I can receive it
as deeply as this peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2018