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Testing

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greenlake fig

The testing is entirely internal,
though I may see it
as challenges inflicted from outside,
and that which tests me
is no external judge
but just the propositions of my mind

They hold themselves up to the light
to test for truth, for purity, transparency,
and if they have a splotch or fracture,
I’ll see that flaw projected
on what my consciousness
calls my experience

Then I can choose what I believe —
the trueness of the universe
or the refraction
imposed upon my vision of my life

And what I call reality
will then determine
if I spin out and flail
against the sadnesses and failures,
or take a stand for Life’s integrity.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2016

Escape to Reality

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Wendy walking

Here I find myself
walking through the set again,
asking myself, how and when
can I get myself to someplace real?

— Where, when I ask,
What is my role? Whose lives
does my livelihood support? —
I’ll feel the ground
beneath the answer,
the solid good
of my days,
and how it nurtures others,
I’ll taste the sustenance
in that support

And then I ask myself,
Are not the lines of light here?
Don’t I have power, right now,
in kindness I may extend,
in how I see people true?
Is not deliverance
in having no excuses,
Is not the ground I seek
in every heart?

©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2016

Absolute Value

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Gold Wave Reflection IV

In our lives,
only good is given —
The darkest shadow
is still just a shadow,
cast by something
so magnificent
we don’t know how to see it

Dark times are here to show
how deep the love
that reaches down to gather us.
We won’t remember them
as anything but light —
jewels of our journey,
guiding our paths.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2016

Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photos by Julius Friedman

No Lie

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looking north

Don’t be overwhelmed
by the size of the lie,
how comprehensive it has been,
how many generations
it has taken in

Far more impressive
is the size of truth,
and its solidity, and its
dependability,
and the fact that,
right now, it is establishing itself
and we are seeing
the lie falling away,
all of it —

It all must go,
and its purported consequences
can leave no mark
on the grand display of being,
never bring one light
down from the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2016

Fallen

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mushrooms

Having fallen from the story
(like a lost glove, in the rain,
the present sodden reality
seeping unmistakably in)

I find I am no longer concerned
with what will happen
in that white paper world
that knows no wetness

And I sense the presence
of others. Ah! There is a heart bond
in this shared element. We see
it doesn’t matter what you fell from.

It never really mattered,
even up there. Down here
we instinctively reach for each other.
We bind each other up

We open all our senses
(many that we never knew we had)
to take in the nuances
of this emerging truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 19, 2016

 

Beans

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moon in trees

This smoothing truth
silences the petty bean counter
who tallies wrongs
and weighs the price
of full forgiveness

It spills the beans
(shiny and hard,
skidding and bouncing) —
they roll off to find
their ground, their soil,
their splitting and swelling
and becoming

And as for us —
this truth counts us whole,
counts us in.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 14, 2016

Solid Ground

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frosty ground

I keep walking
and my steps grow firmer
as my trusts grow truer

I left behind the slippery trust
in the touted plums of living —
the narrow measures of success,
the things to brag about at parties

And then I had some other trusts —
the smooth progression of my life’s trajectory,
indefinite enduring of relationships —
dear trusts that failed me, too

And when I let them go,
I find something else underneath everything:
There may be many names for it,
but none that truly name it.
I sink in, and touch my feet
to solid ground.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2015

Attuning

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wavelets

When the truth comes,
everything lights up at once.
It’s not a chain reaction,
a far off pulse that makes its way
through time, through space

Inspiration alights
simultaneously
in every cell —
They are all awake,
all intelligent,
all delighting in the instant activation
of their attention,
their essential role
in the great attuning.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2015

Dried Pea Wars

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calipoeia

Truth is too big
to have a brand,
Truth is too big
to be packaged.
Truth is far bigger
than any versus — mine vs. yours,
ours vs. theirs

Every sense of truth
that wars against another’s
is like a small person
throwing dried peas
against a window —
the insignificant ptick ptick
will have no impact

There will be no time even
to call them to justice —
They will be swept away
like so much flotsam

And the clean rush
of the Truth that is One
will cover everything —
that will be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2015