Look inside to find
the things that can’t be crushed
even under pressure –
they will keep you safe
They emanate infinity –
they joyfully spring forth,
and nothing can compress,
repress, depress them
They sing like streams through rock,
sing of their source,
which is their substance,
which is what everything is made of –
you, too – yes you,
and all your life
and everyone you love.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 19, 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
What I start to know I am
rises in me, through me,
lifts above how I have known myself,
settles me into its form
This is not a thing to work towards,
but a timeless truth
in which I am untethered
from the former stories
And align now to the wisdom
that has always known me,
and never left me out of my connection,
never blocked me
from my own design.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2023
These are fluid things,
silver, eager, bright –
they move quickly into any shape suggested.
When you observe their shape,
they take that image in,
use it to reinforce the picture,
make it seem more true
When you assign a cause,
a reason, a history,
they weave that in, too,
till you might think they had existence
independent of your thought,
might find them to comprise a solid obstacle
They mean no harm –
they live to serve –
they don’t intend to trap you –
give them the guidance
to shape your truest hopes –
they’ll shine them forth
in beauty and delight.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2023
Today I take a stand
for solid ground.
And anything that seems to be a wobble,
a thing to be grabbed quick before it falls,
and anything that’s built on fear,
or anything that’s built on lack –
none of these can sway me in the least
For I am set to be here,
and I am set to witness,
and I am set to show
we are more potent than we knew
We are here to show
that nothing topples what is true –
We are here to stand on solid ground.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2022
This morning quest
has me once again
seeking the well of hope,
learning what I hope for
Sipping the substance,
tasting the flavor –
my hope for truth, my desire
for life and love
I ponder: this indeed
must be the substance of my being,
this spark, this longing,
must hold the definition
of who I am
Must remind me
what I live by,
what I live for,
what will guide me
humble and exultant,
through the many turnings of my day.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2022
Moments when the evening brings
a recognition across substances,
surprise of patterns
in things of different planes,
crosswise in time,
make me ponder
the common elements we all are made of –
nothing foreign here or anywhere we walk
companioned by the ripples through our day.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2022
All of this is so beautiful,
and so temporary
that any sense of walls and roof
protecting or defining me
seems absurd
Other definitions and protections
fail as well, leaving me held
in what must actually support me,
learning from its presence,
what it is, and what I am.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2022
My sight clears, and I notice
that I’m peering at the emptiness again,
not sure when the things I took for objects
faded out
Seeking the refocus
that would find me something in this day,
for certainly, there’s something here –
even this inexplicit satisfaction
is good for something
No need to scrape down into
the memory of tears, and their offer
to bring this day down into
something I can feel –
There is feeling, too,
in this craving for deeper purpose,
and it can lead me
to where I find it.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2022
See how many things the day is made of –
deeply rooted things, daily growing things,
things ephemeral as light against the clouds,
fleeting and eternal as ideas
I look up from my tasks,
and any one of them can fill me suddenly
with joy, and with a deeper sense of why.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2022