The cohesive scatter of the stars,
the elegant tangle of grasses and forbs
in the eager tumble of spring,
the spray of colors across the fields,
red and purple seed heads,
silver sunlit shafts glinting
in the waves of wind
If you can see this,
and can connect the dots of wonder,
it can shake you out of doubt
to reconsider –
aren’t you, too, held
in the same expansive order
that flings light across the day
and stars across the sky?
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2022
Awaken all my molecules,
lead me as a swarm, a convocation,
incite me in unison – I will move
not by directive but by acclamation
There is one Spirit
filling every here,
and as it moves,
everything does
This is ubiquitous as spring,
common and miraculous –
it touches us each in a singular way,
it touches us all the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 11, 2022
Consider Spirit,
for where would you even think to be
without it? Why would you even care?
Consider Spirit,
for your very breath rises and falls
at its direction. Your desire to be alive
is its very imprint
Since you have never even
lifted a finger without it
(and you have been and done so much!)
does it not make sense
to let it carry you –
through all these seas and home,
through the whole winter
to the springing grasses?
©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2021
In the vision I saw
the high saturation of Spirit –
it was nothing pale, nothing you could miss
Its color made the daily objects
almost hard to see, so washed out
they were, so ghostlike,
while Spirit filled the whole canvas
with bright rays of power,
becoming the obvious substance
to walk in, to speak of,
to use for all motion and action,
to be for, to be about,
to live in.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2021
Let Spirit breathe through you
until you notice
you are not a structure being sounded through,
not a flute, not a pipe, but rather
the song itself
And the timbre is not a product
of anything but Spirit,
and the tune is ever Spirit’s own,
and the words –
how much like home they feel!
– for all the song resounds
with what you are,
as Spirit sings your every tone.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2021
Since everything is Spirit-breathed,
nothing is unchosen –
the breath of Life moves
in its exuberance
in all you can behold
Behold – how much love rests
in every blade of grass,
in every petal,
and all the birds and frogs
sing it out –
it’s true of you, too –
it’s true of all of you.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2021
In the morning
I seek out my Spirit home –
sometimes it’s right there,
sometimes, as today,
it seems a long journey –
it seems dark, it seems drizzly,
puddles settling in again to places
the sun routed them from yesterday,
platitudes trying to referee my thoughts
But Spirit is all present
(thank heaven for that!)
and there are many places
kindly held open
for that awareness to seep through
I may exert great effort
(not letting go until I’m blessed)
but my effort doesn’t win it –
Omnipresence, finally,
is what finds me home.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2021
My friends of the Spirit –
we are called to celebrate,
from different sides of the country,
from different sides of the veil
It doesn’t matter where or when
we are -.this celebration
is of the gifts we bring,
juices gathered and concentrated down
by our experience,
truth we learn at first as image,
wrought out solid through our practice
I can feel close to you –
I can recognize the flavor
of your contribution –
scent of berry, spice, and honey
laces freshest air.
We don’t need to talk to share the blessing –
I feel it on the wind that you are there.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2020
We don’t need loud voices
to speak to each other,
we are so close –
close enough to whisper,
close enough to feel each other’s breath
So close, in fact,
maybe we don’t need to talk at all.
Instead, we listen together,
hearing, at the same time,
the same unfolding
of the Spirit essence
that lets us move as one.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2020
In the ever vibrant presence of the Spirit
comes the gradual loosening of names –
names that were given roughly
to the rough shapes reflecting
our rough understanding
Spirit shakes things finer,
like motes, like ions –
we recognize so much more
than the old names could capture
We give up the arrogance
of being namers,
wait tingling and yearning
to receive our names.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 29, 2020