It stops being a thing you are trying to do.
It becomes a present fact,
the sun touched moment
a reveal of something timeless,
something always –
the truth of now’s perfection
enduring through eternity,
and you realize
you never need to leave.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2023
Well, you are perfect.
And not in the way of comparing you
with some external ideal,
not in the way of trial and judgment
But in the simple artless way
of being who you are, as no one else
can ever be, as everyone else is,
(intelligence never repeating itself
throughout the infinite creation)
Original and always true,
so loved in each particular,
so you, in every thought and each expression,
perfect through all time
and ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2023
Just let me have
each day be as this one,
a practice within the art of perfection,
nothing essayed but that which arises
in service to the love and hope
that signal life
And let my practice
come to full fruition
so the truth I know
is seen, and celebrates
what holds us all in presence,
what brings up our desire and sense of purpose
and satisfies them.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2023
I really only need
one small true thing,
a harmonizing keynote –
the perfection of one precise fern
will do,
for that is proof, after all,
of what holds us together,
every one of us –
what thrills our edges
and lights us up inside.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2021
It was strange to step out from the story
of bumbling incremental progress
under tutelage of experts
in every undertaking we aspired to master
It was breathtaking
and hard to believe
we could progress
from the point of perfection,
lovely always, in everything we do
It seemed almost unfair
but we got used to it —
we attained it in one area
and then expanded
And found there still is plenty
of space to learn and grow,
starting from here
where we are good and worthy,
starting from here
where we are humble and perfect,
where we begin right
and so continue.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2017