Oh — taste this:
The bread of life
is not a metaphor —
What really sustains us
is not metabolism,
and what we’re made of
really is the one thing,
the flavors of which
are joy, exhilaration, love
What sustains us in our being
is kindness, and seeing others true,
and gladness to be here,
to be the light of life.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2016
I will take nothing with me,
no preparations, no opinions,
no preconceptions as to
what I may contribute,
what I may receive,
no assessments of the problems
or the limits, no concerns
about the inputs or the outcomes
I will take nothing with me
but the promise
that what I need will arise
in the alchemy of interaction,
in the provision, in the book of Life,
for the perfect meeting of everything
and the exultant spark
of the connection
that lights up all the stars
that comprise our presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2016
My body is a standing wave of Spirit —
As Spirit flows, so I am,
The steady coursing of present Life
defines my being, shapes me,
fills me with sustaining joy.
As Spirit moves, so I move —
Thus, in my flesh,
I see God.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2015
I will see God
in my own flesh,
I will know in my body
that I am healed
I will feel the truth
in that most intimate way
where my body speaks
and my so-called mind
is taken entirely by surprise
and must surrender
to the imperative
presented in the moment
This experience
will not be co-opted —
though I seek to reproduce it,
touching flesh together
to re-enact the spark,
constructing circumstances
to replay the moment,
building fantasies to lead me back
I will at last be led
to the Spirit source
that owns everything
I can feel or know,
that wakes up everything
— heart, soul, flesh —
to exaltation,
to the mystery of Life.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2015
photo by Edward Mulhern
You scoff at the stories
of how people found God —
I love you and the aliveness
behind your stance, the unwillingness
to be sold salvation by anyone,
to swallow stories
that set things neatly up —
castles made of blocks —
and plant the faithful conveniently
at the top
Some people may be called to faith
as if it were a club, and some, as if it were
network marketing.
You will never believe
what someone else tells you —
The voice inside,
deeper in than where suggestions can be planted,
whispers what you are:
You’ll follow that.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2015
The veil has been rent —
the illusion that plagued us
is gone, like the face of a burst balloon,
and even the reflexive repugnance
that trickled bitter down our throats
has disappeared
So we are no longer willing to accept
wheels ever-spinning in mud,
and the dragon no longer gets to
sweep away a third of the stars
from heaven
All the things we were struggling for
are lost from view —
we see the remaining distorted image
now two-dimensional
on the scrap of discarded balloon
And day rises, dew jeweled,
before our grateful eyes.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2015
“They shall teach no more every man his neighbor saying ‘know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, saith the Lord.”
We shall not teach
the steps for finding goodness:
try this diet, exercise or meditation,
renounce your ego to become enlightened,
adopt these habits of communication,
release your fears, embrace your shadow
We won’t be offering
all those helpful paths
to fix yourself, to heal your life
to find out who you really are
Because you’ll know.
We all will, from the inside.
We’ll know the bright joy
that springs up within
permeating everything
bringing forth dynamic understanding
opening the infinite dimensions
of what we see we’ve always known we are.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2015
Goodness and mercy
will be in my wake
in the places I have been
after I’ve gone through
Goodness and mercy
will be the result
of my presence
like flowers blooming in footprints
All the days of my life
So I shall dwell
in the happy certainty
not only of having done no harm
but of blessing
I shall not want
for all my hope
is thus fulfilled.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2015
That precious part within,
Held in a small, dark place
encompassing the infinite,
The birthing place of
all we may attain
Will hear, unerringly,
when it is called by name
It will rise up, surprised
to find itself, eager
to live what it is called to,
endlessly relieved,
intensely grateful
to have been called —
To thus be sure
of its existence
and that the promises
given it before the world was born
will be fulfilled.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2015
The devil says,
Here’s some nice good for you —
Where do you want me to put
the bad stuff?
You could put in on those other people,
call them enemies,
or put it in events and call it fate,
I can hide it deep inside you
where you’ll mostly never see it,
you can take it with you everywhere you go
Or I can let you pull it out and wear it like a badge,
proud that you’re not hiding anything
Then tell the devil:
No, I’m not signing.
My good is mine already
and it doesn’t need your seal,
It doesn’t need the bad you offer
to contain it or define it,
doesn’t need to be legitimized by you
You tell the devil no —
There is no place
in the grand sphere of all my being
for your lies.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2015