It is enough
if each day
you walk a few steps
companioned
by holy light, if your eyes
bask in the presence
of elemental being,
its truth settling you
in your quiet center.
There’s no need to rush about
or push yourself to do so —
simply being here
is enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2016
Forgive me. I have overstepped.
I should have known.
Thank you. For in this rebuff
I have come to understand
I was off course. I must not
take personal credit
for that which shines through me,
I must not
try to direct it, make it a story
(featuring me)
That which shines me
may have other vectors in mind
and is calling me
to a more present focus,
to work that magnifies
peace for everyone,
letting worries slide away,
letting each idea
come in and be received
in its perfect time.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2015
Quiet. There will be time
for everything,
as long frost crystals form
through the night,
as iridescent frost melt
shines in morning sun,
and bright green is released from whiteness
as the shadows move
There will be time
for everything to rise into its purpose,
to stretch, luxuriant, in the fulfilling
of what it has always been
and will ever be
There is always time,
and it will be enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2015
Every last worry can leave —
they can dissipate
like soft fizzy bubbles
rising from your head
You can feel a great stillness
after they’re gone,
a pool of limpid water
full of sky
So you taste the depth,
the vast expanse
of that which you reflect
and you begin to sense
your purpose
This is like
sweet rising chords
endlessly echoing,
touching the fundamental frequency
of earth’s lowest tones,
completing the circle
of Life’s timeless song.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2015
Sucked or stumbling
through the gate,
it takes a while to notice
the steady wind
and how our feet were made
to walk upon it
Our stature fills
and we stride across the landscape,
our footsteps establishing
primal order, our hands
putting everything right
We have been here
longer than we could have dreamed.
We will continue this stride
clothed in potent currents,
sure in our steps,
knowing each truth
just as we need to know it,
on our eternal rounds.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2015
My sweet family-maker,
you bring us together once again.
Deeper than faith, this essence of you
makes us rise in the living of love
The demand of this purpose
shines through each hardened thought,
each tight-lodged obstacle,
clears away everything but the true light,
our calling, our unique blessing,
the role we play in raising up each other,
our certainty
of why we are here.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2015
Wind gently bobs the seed heads
in the sheen of golden afternoon,
breathing through each strand
the gentle separation —
what has always been
from what has seemed to be
Everything has always grown in this love —
nothing has been condemned,
nothing has been sullied,
The sweet purposes come to fruition
and are gathered safely,
ready to bless through the winter,
ready to bloom in the spring.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2015
“You almost always plant
for people coming after you,” he said.
“The trees we now enjoy
were planted here by others,
Your vision will be seen, perhaps,
in thirty years (except for fruit trees —
they may bear in two or three)”
The things we’re building now
will be loved by others,
and maybe that’s the reason —
Maybe when that impetus is gone
and what is left is just the search
for what to do today —
what entertainment, what exotic play —
we find our colors cooling,
and the urge to live
to gradually begin to fade away
But as long as we’re impelled
to keep on building,
we’ll be living in the timelessness of love,
blessed by others who have built before us,
blessed by what we give to future years.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2015
We are not who we thought we were,
beset by helpless needs,
buffeted by forces that could grant
or else deny them,
pleading for the mercy of the fates
We are not placed here
ungrounded and bereft,
seeking to find some anchor
to afford a fleeting feeling
of belonging
We are sovereign —
The Mind we access
is the universal I Am,
with which we hold all forces
at our center, with our hand
With which we preside over
all the harmony of being
not pushed around by actions or conditions,
instead, ordaining them —
setting everything in place
in concert with the law that loves us all.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2015
Our desire to bless
brings us here —
Though we feel empty,
we are attracted to the need,
This is what we hunger for
and it draws us
to the opportunity
We desire to bless,
and bless we will.
The goodness we bestow
will satisfy us, too —
Wellspring of water from within,
coming up infinite,
Filling us
with life’s compelling light.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2015