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Aflatus

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It could be called the moment
when Spirit appears on the scene —
That silent shift in everything,
where all the spaces and hollows
become more pronounced.
Things stand out from each other —
ferns in the sunlight,
waves cresting among waves,
and the whole dimensionality
takes on depth and richness
And things glisten
in the sure sense of being themselves
and being loved,
And everything moves
with a unity of breathing —
Grand inclusive rise and fall,
catching them up in its peace,
embracing them all.

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©Wendy Mulhern
June 22, 2014

“I Shall Dwell . . .”

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Where do I live?
Do I live in dogma,
do I live in story?
Do I live in the rolling screen of memory?
Do I match constructs of my expectations
with the way things seem to be unfolding?
Do I try to make corrections?

What does it mean to live in Spirit?
What does it mean to live in Love?
Can I call this a house,
this place of comfort,
this felt experience of being loved?
Can I call this a house,
this consciousness of my delight
to stand here at the threshold
where we may see each other,
where we may meet,
Where we cross over?

©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2014

Divine Approval

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Approval

Every toenail, every finger,
every hope, each deep desire,
every tendril of your being
reaching out for lower, higher

Every way you’ve always wished
that you could be received,
Every gift in you
you wanted someone to believe,
All the efforts you have made
to find your tribal home,
All the work you did
while wishing not to be alone

These things all meet
with heaven-sweet, divine approval —
You are loved
from the deep core of who you are,
You’ve never stepped beyond the glow
of Love’s unceasing care,
So it must glow in you,
and where you go,
it meets you there.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2014

A Meditation

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You close your eyes
and lean
into the strong broad back
of that which loves you

It’s too delightful, for a time,
for you to sleep —
You pull the warmth
into all the corners
of your being
while the soft fresh air
cools your edges

And it’s so exquisite,
all you want to do
is breathe,
absorb this present
as cats absorb the sun,
feel how alive you are
and how blessed.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2014

 

Refining

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refining

When you melt
you slip away
from all those stories —
gravity pulls your essence
in a steady stream
of who you are

You flow away
from what you’ve done,
from what you’ve thought you’ve been,
from all those definitions of yourself
imposed by others and by circumstance

Some of those foreign things
go up in ash, some may remain
but you are here now —
your own cohesion
is your new reality

And you will shine
in such a pure reflective gleam
as you’re refined,
as you come clean.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 12, 2014

Goodbye, Hello

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crag tree

Goodbye overflowing, easy joys,
Goodbye the high of bright connection,
Goodbye astonishment of comfort,
and the glow of freely shared affection

Hello craggy upward trail,
expanding vistas promised in the thinning air
Hello strong rush of solar plexus,
heart ascending into deeper care

Goodbye oblivion of needs,
Hello to standing up for what is fair,
Goodbye to pleasure on its own account,
Hello hard work and all its rich rewards

And if I persevere along this climb,
Perhaps at higher turns I’ll come around
to find those older joys have multiplied,
their blessings clear, their purpose
now more sound.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2014

Free Will

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free will

Actually, I never wanted
the fearsome choice,
the dread responsibility —
Didn’t want to have to pick a course
and take the consequence —
whatever unforeseen rewards
or punishments
might follow

And actually, I never could
employ self-help
to help myself:
Whatever resolutions I engaged
I would rebel against —
more stubborn, far,
than any force I had

I am delighted
to unweight myself,
to cast myself upon the current
of all that loves me,
Ever flowing rush of Spirit
filling all my field of being,
Bearing me along its will
like rainbows, and like waterfalls

I am happy
to be Spirit’s choice
and not my own,
Happy to be ever moving,
ever home.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 27, 2014

Tending the Field

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The most important field you tend
is your reality.

Our thoughts make up the world —
the lines we draw,
our expectations, hopes and fears,
conclusions,
Determine what flows out
along our dream of day

So what you’re thinking now
is never trivial.

I owe it to my world
to lift myself
from all the mindless loopings
and the tedious replays
of all the things I wish
had gone my way,
And free myself from worry
and the frivolous distractions
that I use to keep the gnawing dread away

It’s time to stand:
What we are
can no longer be subordinate
to patterns no one ever has desired.
We can own
the field we call our mind
and be inspired,
We can insist
that only what serves life
be permitted to exist.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 25, 2014

The Gift of Here and Now

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I offer this moment —
Gift to Spirit,
Gift to the ever unfolding presence —
This time of the half moon gaining strength
against the deepening of evening,
These trees, now in silhouette,
with their occasional hushed
lofty observations,
This time of walking
on the quiet pavement
while distant traffic roars
and headlights sometimes loom
down the suburban streets . . .

I offer this moment
and wait to receive
in whatever way it may come
the gift of here and now.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2014

All the Answers

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It’s OK
if you don’t believe the resolution.
The resolution scoops down
underneath all your doubts
and catches you up, whole.

It’s good that you don’t settle
for pat answers
that don’t include
the niggles and the questions,
the need, sometimes,
to be unfinished, complicated,
unexplained . . .

It’s important that you don’t
esteem the Allness
as just what may be showing
on the surface

There’s time.
There’s time for every little curl
to feel its center
and its code
and its potential,
There’s time for every world
to circle home.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2014