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Apocalypse

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We may prepare for the Apocalypse,
may prepare for many —
fortified and settled in, stocked up
and battened down

We could prepare for the Apocalypse
of flood, of fire, of drought, of cold,
yet the Apocalypse is not what’s ripped away,
but what’s revealed when everything is gone

Hence the preparation of the heart,
not to survive so much as how to be alive,
to see beyond the veil
of all the worry, judgment, dread,
to what, when all is finished, will remain.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 11, 2018

Each Moment

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It wasn’t explained to us.
In fact, it was a secret,
guarded, mostly, by misdirection
though somewhat, too, by outright lies

We didn’t know how each moment rises
to meet the kiss of truth, the sun-warmed love —
bright ripple radiating outward
in the moment’s consummation

Each moment of each being,
morning, and evening, and at noon,
out and out along the gleaming sands of day.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2018

Uniting

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I move silent
in the act of holy opening,
rip of light, all along the edge,
kindled power, tight-roped joy,
a dance in awe of its unfolding

This is how I always meant to move
but never could, while trying, too, to own it,
this is me without the self sense,
bringing light which isn’t mine
except in this surrender
of all I called myself,
in this uniting
with that which owns my love.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2018

When you move on

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Don’t worry — after you’ve left behind
everything you thought you were —
your quirks and your requirements,
your suffering and dearly held delights,
after you’ve abandoned
all the things you once described as “me”,
you’ll still recognize yourself

It won’t be like a distant memory,
vague and foggy, held as maybe true,
or it will be that way for just a little while
like fog at dawn

And that clean brilliance,
that sun-on-dewdrop freshness
of your being,
that young and smooth
as eucalyptus bark
essence of yourself,
will be the meaning of your name,
will be what you have always known.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2018

Hatching

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IMG_6390.jpgMeet me here
at the end of the dream,
at the beginning of our timelessness

What we are
on the outside of the egg
will be enough
that we won’t miss
what we have left behind

And if we notice we have drifted
back into the dream,
we can awake again,
reclaim the light that burst in
through the cracks

We will not mourn our missing footprints
when we find that we can live here,
won’t desire to squeeze back in
now we can fly.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2018

photo by Heather Mulhern

Chrysalis

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This is not something I believe,
for to believe requires a structure of belief,
a scaffolding of many
assumptions and perceptions
wired together, bracing up each other

And here, those suppositions
are dissolved in awe
before a truth so fundamental
that nothing of the past remains

And so I wait
to see what vectors of reality
can now inform my breath,
infuse my walking
(or whatever way I move)

I wait to see
my substance now emerging —
its order timeless
but new to me.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2018

Realized

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I can say at this time at least
that I don’t fear the shattering
of my world, don’t fear that anything I love
can be shattered

I plant my feet, one after the other,
in each place the earth receives them,
feeling the gift travel up
through my frame,
feeling the blessed caress
around my toes

I find myself in this place
where what I am becomes real
as it is realized,
set down like these footprints
on the terrain of consciousness
in the fruition of my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 3, 2018

At Dawn

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Be not tormented —
you weren’t, after all,
any darker than the whole canvas,
any darker than the dark on dark
of stories about darkness
and rumors of a thing called light
sometimes dreamed, more felt than seen

And in that darkness,
no one prescription
is any better than any other,
however much prevailing topics
are wrongs of others, wrong on wrong

At dawn, it is revealed
none of these paths
are inaccessible to light,
none of those torments
have any staying power

They will lift
effortlessly as shadows,
we all will bask together in the sun.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 29, 2018

A Place for You

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There is a place for you,
a gentle, easy place,
a place with no relation
to what or where you’ve been

There is a place where
you won’t even remember
what it was to worry,
what it was to wait to be accepted

All you thought you wanted
falls like sticks before a flood,
before the welling up
of your true unleashed desire

You can breathe it
and also drink it
and it takes you down
to the place that you’ve been longing for,
the place that has so long awaited you.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2018

Elemental

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And if I am released
from the story of myself,
from its hopes and conflicts,
from its worries and pains

If I am willing, rather,
to find myself elemental —
swelling like magma behind the impulse,
comprised of the joy of the growing edge

Can I then cross over
into timelessness and wonder?
into selflessness and understanding,
into living as lens and mirror
to all that shines?

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2018