Windows open,
doors open,
thought opens, and with it,
possibility
There is no chasm
between desire and its fulfillment,
however much we’ve heard there is,
there’s no obstruction
between Spirit and its action,
between intelligence and its ideas
And therefore
we will see the opening
of all the pathways,
we’ll see them traveled,
we’ll see them thrive,
we’ll see the hoping
rise overflowing
as fondest visions
emerge alive.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2023
This is just the beginning –
new sense lending new sight,
truth always there – now known,
what this knowing gives rise to
I’ve been remembering
how love’s currents feel inside me,
the rippling light streaming through,
opening me up, my willing
flowing following after where it leads
I’ve been thinking
of the other places this applies –
all of them – what gets swept away,
but more importantly
what shines forth in its place.
Indeed, the world
is completely overcome.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2023
Not teapots and sofas,
but estimates of cause and effect,
anticipation of results,
calculations
of triumph and regret
I’m asked to give up
thinking my feeling
reflects what someone else
has said or done,
give up believing
that my well-being
is something to be given or withheld
I’m asked to grasp the solidness of Spirit,
the all inclusive scope of comprehensive Mind,
how my well-being rests
on everpresent Soul alone,
how this All-seeing graciously
calls me its own.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 19, 2023
And for this gift of all inclusive calm,
I thank You.
I do not thank the hurricane,
the hailstorm, the tornado,
though You have shown
that they can do no harm
It hasn’t been their storming
that has brought me here,
but rather how Your presence
puts them to silence,
in this and every instance
My sense of calm grows stronger,
not because of them, but clearly
because of You. You whose calm rules,
in whose most focused love
I dwell.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2023
Where Spirit sees,
everything is seen,
and everything that’s seen
sees with Spirit’s sight
No object can obscure another,
no shadow can be cast –
to be reflection is to be the light,
and everything is pure reflection here
Nothing waits to see if it is seen –
we know we’re seen by virtue of our seeing –
we know how Spirit shines through us
by seeing how we shine,
see ourselves lit
by that which we light up.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2023
You dip your pen deep
into the knowing of things,
you write what’s true,
and because of that,
those who read feel the pull,
through your words,
to something much vaster –
they remember
they have known this
and they still know it –
it is the Spirit
by which they are impelled,
it is the Principle
by which they move.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2023
Surfeit of saturation,
more light than we can use,
overflowing brilliance
What in our nature
gains energy taking this in,
translates it into joy?
So much of what we’re never told
is right here. Our eyes show us
when we notice. So much of what we are
is right here. Spirit
makes itself known.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2022
I try not to go back too often
to haunt the niches where I used to dwell,
the places of my former circuits,
roles I held to give me meaning
They have a stickiness that grabs at my attention,
but there’s nothing to them, really –
the Spirit that propels me
never needed names or titles,
nor could my essence stand without the Spirit
Leaving all those things behind
lets me get closer
to moving truly to my Spirit’s mode.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2022
This could be what I need –
something to run with,
something that kicks up
like quickening storm winds,
something within me to give me the vim
I will need for the long trek ahead
Maybe it’s been here
but I haven’t known it,
or I hadn’t known it till now –
let me be faithful in living it eagerly,
moving with vigorous stride,
Spirit song surging inside.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2022
As I begin to recognize my spirit,
see how it grows and moves,
distinguish it
from other things it seems to grow among
As I begin to see
Spirit as the only source
of who I am, begin to exercise it
as a sound mind
It’s easier to see
how fully fraudulent is fear,
how broad the claims it makes on me,
all illegitimate
I claim my power
and I claim my love,
and they, in turn, provide protection,
I claim my mind as guided from above
and touch, in awe, a shimmering perfection.
©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2022