Many will speak of
the benefit of falling,
of coming completely untethered
from all that you trusted,
of having that done for you
which you were mightily unwilling
to do for yourself
And there’s truth in that,
for any trust that can be swept away
is false,
and what is truly trustworthy
is waiting for discovery
by anyone who’s secretly lucky
to have lost all else.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2023
I don’t mind
being rendered silent,
my words, heretofore,
having, all too often,
served a regime I didn’t even know of,
and certainly would not support
now that I know
Let me serve instead
what speaks for itself
in the web-connected movement
of every atom reaching
into its purpose, into its bliss,
every being finding, in its living, exaltation
in its joyful contribution to the One.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2023
I can almost touch
the sun-colored ripples,
when they come close, by my shoulder –
reminder of my essence and my source
So I remember:
my intimacy comes from there,
the present shimmer
gives me my constant light
No need to throw myself headlong,
down among the shadowed rocks
of circumstance, of social history,
of old and current wounds –
there is no comfort there, no guidance,
there’s no solution there, no truth
And since the truth is here,
I will not leave. When I am tempted to,
I will be still, and bask. I will be still
and draw, from my life source,
all that I need,
and all I ever want.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2023
Something that does not exist
cannot be shattered
High horse of my positions,
brittle presuppositions,
self justified opinions
don’t need to fall in shards about my feet
Look at this tender dissolution,
silent, swift dispersal
of all of those illusions –
the sure fulfillment
of the law of presence
which holds me ever safe
here in my truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2023
I can be patient. I can reweave the web of
no way to be afraid
as often as I need to.
Reweaving does not connote failure –
it is appropriate to do it every day,
to take the bright new thoughts
and prove what they can add –
how they become the surface that I walk on,
the new fearlessness each moment offers,
rewoven into power for the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2023
We all are yearning towards ourselves,
our undiluted truth,
though we may settle, in the flash of time,
for something that reminds us of it
(a homonym, perhaps, or some non-fitting,
but still tempting, rhyme)
We put on what we do,
we try to realize ourselves.
When we fail, our truth,
though covered up, still gleams
(like coals in ash, which still have power
to ignite another fire)
None of what we posture
can make us any better,
none of how we fail
can make us any worse –
our truth – each one unique,
all of a kind,
will find us in the unity of Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2023
I guess it’s better
that there’s no one here
to aid and abet my righteous sense of hurt,
no one to be an echo chamber,
magnifying what I say,
making these perspectives seem
to come from everywhere,
no one to give me comfort
in standing in a false place
So i have no choice
but to let that picture fall away,
no choice but to let my feet
reach deep into truth
and anchor there.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 12, 2023
The water that came as rain
has seeped down from the hills
to settle in the grass,
ankle deep along the channels
where it seeks its way
towards even lower ground
Which made me think: Truth
is like a high water table,
right here, coming up through the grass
of our life’s particularities,
not possible to overlook,
or to fear it doesn’t cover
whatever needs it,
as it brings the depth of sky
to every situation –
effortless abundance.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 5, 2023
You dip your pen deep
into the knowing of things,
you write what’s true,
and because of that,
those who read feel the pull,
through your words,
to something much vaster –
they remember
they have known this
and they still know it –
it is the Spirit
by which they are impelled,
it is the Principle
by which they move.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2023
I’ve been here before.
This time I intend
to never leave –
I will bring this room with me
when I drive, when I ride,
when I dream, when I stride,
I will take it with me,
an enclosing sphere,
a protecting glow,
a law, a way of being –
I will walk in the blessing,
letting in teach me
to live the only truth I need to know.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2022