Struggle

Against manifest mass insanity
There’s no way to struggle,
No way to even begin a vast journey
across football fields,
across big box malls,
across miles and miles
of thickly sprayed synthetic crops
(whole towns decimated, desiccated)

Against the broadcast lies,
There is no mouthpiece big enough
to even formulate the counter-facts —
I’m rendered speechless
by having too much to say
and such a little voice

All I can do
is turn away from the whole story,
All I can do
is learn how to be real,
All I can do
is forge a new truth
from shared vision
and shared breath
and shared time.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2014

Sands of Change

beach

I will flow into my sensing
of what is true,
I will not wait for others to go first.
I will pour like sand,
no grain delaying,
with the full commitment
of all my weight,
aware that gravity is here
and my surrender
moves me with calmness
through the changes,
and the weight of others
will be eased
into the leaning
of my willingness
to go down,
to settle
all the way in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2014

From the Liberation Handbook

feet

We find that people
will heatedly defend
their right to be enslaved,
will boast of how much power
their enslaver has, compared to others,
how thoroughly they make them suffer,
how everyone should rightly
be subject to the same

We find that these
will not take kindly
to suggestions that they could be free

When this occurs,
go softly —
You’ll win no cases arguing against them.

Sit them down. Wash their feet.
Let them feel the gentleness
of your caress.
Let their toes —
just their toes at first —
stretch tender into freedom.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 2014

The Myth of Money

Brackett's landing, fall

We’ve all spent many weary years
playing “mother may I” to the myth of money.
It’s time to stop.

Who puts a value on our life force?
On our creative impulses and actions?
Who puts a value on our love,
or on our skill, our care, our rapt attention?
Who says we have no value
except what we can monetize?

Each one of us is infinite,
Each has the power to bless,
Each one is worthy of the things we need
to keep us satisfied and well

We have the power
to draw our own true web
to join us hand in hand across the earth.
We don’t need money systems to sustain us,
for that which gives us life
gives us our worth.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2014

Don’t Touch the Lie

dusk trees

Don’t touch the lie —
It will grab you,
sweep you into its vortex,
get all mixed up with you
like oil contaminating water —

You’ll think it’s the primal objective,
the thing you need to solve,
what should, and must,
take all your time
until it’s conquered

Don’t touch the lie —
It doesn’t own you
and you don’t owe it anything,
and if you simply turn toward truth,
you’ll find yourself as pure
as you have always been,
as free as you had dreamed
but didn’t dare to hope,
as joy-infused as you can sometimes
almost remember
from the time before the lie.

That truth of you is here,
sure as the seasons, sure
as the cosmos. Which is plenty big
to draw your whole attention
and be your whole fulfillment
without the lie

Don’t touch the lie.
for you don’t need it —
Your truth has always been enough:
Your truth defines you wholly
and can be your guide.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 30, 2014

Certainties

doug fir and clouds

Nothing is less certain
than these constructs
whose markers loom so large
on all our landscapes
as if all meaning were defined
by shopping

Nothing is less certain
than the empire they support
which claims its power
over everything
but has no substance —
nothing true at all

Nothing is more certain
than the hum of life —
its impulse to connect —
and how each contact
multiplies life’s joy

Nothing is more certain
than the fact that life must win
by the simple truth
of being what it is.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2014

Overcoming

sequoias

“none might buy or sell, save they that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name”

In this time of
the mark of the beast
we find hope
in the brightening
of simultaneous paths
appearing under our feet
and guiding us in ways
where none of us is marred
by trademarks, brands,
where we can see each other
not as types, but whole,
unique in what propels us
and the arcs of our circles,
unpredicted and surprising
in each moment
of the steady sweet exchange
that fills our souls.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2014

The mess we’re in

the mess we're in

The heavy school bus groans
and blinks
and rolls
So it begins
(or it continues, for no doubt
it starts at home)
The inculcation of the mess we’re in
The press of lessons telling us again, again
We can’t expect to do the things we want

We’re told we don’t deserve to
and shouldn’t even ask,
We’re told its childish
and it’s selfish
and such hopes are sure to crash
against the real world
and what other people want

So we are severed from ourselves
till we no longer know
our deepest yearnings
and how they tie us
to the order of all things

Then later on we take a quest
to find out what we want,
And when we know it
we are told
we have to find a way
to compromise
to monetize
to pull out some small piece of it
that we can sell
and hope it satisfies

We’ll be so rich
when finally we come to understand
the things we want are keys —
They are the plan
for how we give our gifts,
how we receive
and how we interlock in harmony —
How we all long to serve the whole,
How doing what we want achieves this goal.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2014

We are not prisoners

We are not prisoners
There are no bars upon our days
We are not pawns
and we are not enslaved

No grid constrains us
nor makes us walk its lines
nor forces us, through fear
to leave on lights against the night

We are not prisoners
There are no chains upon our thoughts
We’re not compelled
to think in boxes

No boundaries block us off
from realms we might explore
No lines of inquiry
can be forbidden

We are not prisoners
however fearsome the array
of shadow makers
designed to make us stay
within the lines of pre-established norms

Our deep completeness
still has the final say
and leads us, fearless
out to grander forms.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2014

Lenses

lenses

Through some lenses
it’s easier
to see people’s blindness
than their lights —

Those are the lenses
affixed to us like blinders
to make us go a way
we haven’t chosen,
and wouldn’t want —
the way in which
before the joy (we’re told)
must come the suffering —
Suffering to pay the price,
suffering for us or them,
suffering to earn the prize
or wrest it from another.

Try these lenses:
They’re designed
to magnify the lights —
The light behind each effort,
each ungraceful try,
each stumble,
The light of love that longs
for one straight chance
to be seen true,
the light of love that,
when you see it,
will come through.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2014