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Reasoning

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After the convulsive flex of fear,
we come back, we take stock,
and we see
there is nothing we can stand on
except what we have always known,
nothing we can flee to
except the truth

If Life planned to destroy us,
it would have done so a long time ago.
If Life could destroy us
it wouldn’t exist
for it would have discarded
the love-cohesion
that holds things together.
It couldn’t make a universe
without being Love,
and it couldn’t be Love
without cherishing each of us.

What Love cherishes,
it can’t destroy,
so we are safe,
as is every being
that moves in the grand circles
that constitute everything.

This is the truth we stand on.
Fear couldn’t find it for us,
and fear can’t take it away.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2015

Peace, Be Still

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Peace, be still

Don’t worry,
Your fears can’t trap you
in a maelstrom

The thoughts you wish would leave you,
would cease to haunt you,
cease to pace in anguished loops
along the echo chambers
of your mind —
they can’t hurt you

They can’t stop the light of Truth
from streaming in,
so clear, so gentle —
can’t stop its compassion
from finding you there,
just where you are,
from scooping you up in tender arms
and carrying you out, delivered —

The storms of thought
are nothing
before Love’s vast, commanding calm.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2015

Room

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autumn elm

Fear not, little one,
Here is a truth you can curl up in:
Everyone has a place, everyone.
Goodness is the quality we all share,
the fact of life,
the guarantee of being.

There has never been
one chair missing
in the place where dignity is served.
No one is left out,
so you can be sure
there’s room for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2015

Divine Adventure

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Bandon sheen

There is no place
on the shore of Love
for fear or time.
They disappear
like footprints on wet sand
(bright gleaming hollows
mark their departure)

There is no time of fear,
there is no fear of time,
for neither one has relevance.
There is no weight on the hours
and no waiting for hours —
Each of Life’s moments
answers for itself,
singular, sublime,
packed with blessing
in the unfolding seasons
of Love’s adventure.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2015

The Allness

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Allness

There is no word
for the vastness of this Love.
It encompasses
so many oceans of tears,
it melts
every shard of broken, wounded fears,
It sweeps up everything
whose individual outcome
seemed to matter so much,
it holds them softly,
makes each a gem,
a light-refracting prism
of more brilliance
than they knew to hope for,
Sets all of us
on our sure and glorious course,
smoothes us together,
releases us
into the bright waterfall
where we sing our days,
still held, still safe,
still wrapped in rapture,
whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2015

Intermission

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There is a pause in the story.
In the brighter lights, the moving
and talking in between,
there may be speculation
of next plot twists, of characters,
performances

We will go back in,
we will go down under
to be swept along by the spell
but for now
we will stretch our legs
and take in the crisp fall air
and remember
that whatever happens in the story,
we’ll come out here.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2015

Storymongers

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richmond beach small waves

The incident is immediately
thronged by storymongers,
elbowing each other for your time

Some offer blame,
some offer quests,
some offer juicy roles —
the martyr, the oppressed

Any one will take you
down a convoluted path,
offering light
just around the next corner

Some may offer softer rides,
some may promise more intense life lessons,
Each of them will swear
they are the only way,
None of them, however, will deliver

The one thing that can give you what you need
gives it quite clear — apparent from the start —
the cleansing waves of light across your brow,
the steady flow of truth into your heart

Stay open, and resist the stories,
urgent and compelling though they seem —
Hold out instead for comprehensive vision
and rise, thereby awakened from the dream.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2015

Flying Lesson

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I knew from dreams
that it would be effortless,
guided by thought and not mechanics,
and that every cell of me
would be awakened, would be exclaiming,
over and over, how free, how right, this feels

I knew that there would be no fear.
I knew I’d feel companioned,
so closely held and guided
by the Truth with which I gratefully commune.
I knew I wanted this, with all my being

What I didn’t know
was how close at hand this is —
not something lost to me
(at least until I walk a span
wherein I am defined
by some corporeality,
wherein I am confined to tracing
mostly pre-determined, fear-laced paths,
wearily, from birth to certain death)

I didn’t know I didn’t have to wait —
that this reality of who I am,
equipped and fully knowing flight,
has been here all along,
simply awaiting my lift-off.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2015

Worth

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grass road June

When all the foreign voices in your head
are hushed,
you’ll know that you have always known
how solid, how unmovable,
how deep
is your intrinsic worth

This is why you care enough
to defend yourself,
this is why you care enough
to be sad

This is how you know that you’ll prevail —
your essence will prove equal
to everything it needs to bring you through.
You’ll rise to more than you dared hope:
The truth about yourself
will guide you surely
to the great work your heart desires to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2015

Flesh

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I will see God
in my own flesh,
I will know in my body
that I am healed

I will feel the truth
in that most intimate way
where my body speaks
and my so-called mind
is taken entirely by surprise
and must surrender
to the imperative
presented in the moment

This experience
will not be co-opted —
though I seek to reproduce it,
touching flesh together
to re-enact the spark,
constructing circumstances
to replay the moment,
building fantasies to lead me back

I will at last be led
to the Spirit source
that owns everything
I can feel or know,
that wakes up everything
— heart, soul, flesh —
to exaltation,
to the mystery of Life.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2015

photo by Edward Mulhern