In the field of calm
nothing is disturbed –
the patterns and the colors grow together,
their harmony locks in,
and the resounding hum
rises in reverberating light,
clear and true
It doesn’t matter whether my words
were right on or not,
or whether they were received –
the field itself holds the message
and imparts it
to you and me the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2022
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
I came up from where
it was raining inside my ears,
I came out from where
everything was melting,
I closed that scene like a book,
the characters no longer marching
their abject stories
through my halls of mind
There is a truth
that nothing can be written on –
no ink, no etch, can mar its face –
it fills all consciousness,
so nothing more or less
is seen or felt or thought,
and everything abides with it in grace.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2022
When you know what’s true,
the cabinet of stresses
opens its doors
and lets everything fall out –
all the pressures, all the worries,
chagrin, regret, despair –
They dissipate, and the place they were
begins to fill in
with the obvious order
of things that are living –
branches reaching up,
roots extending down,
everything expressly purposed –
nothing random, nothing useless
The clatter of clutter
gives way to the hum of living,
and its clear alignment
shows itself to be
all that was ever here.
When you know what’s true,
you see and feel it.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 13, 2022
Here in this opening place,
we serve music
and we serve truth,
and all that we have to say to each other
is the affirmation of presence,
of breath, of movement,
of rolling and unfolding,
of spirit and flight
For we won’t teach each other, anymore,
saying “know what’s true,”
for truth will spring out from our being,
each of us a revelation,
cause for all of us
to rejoice.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 22, 2022
It may seem hard to daily, hourly,
take a stand for truth,
but if I didn’t,
what would I be standing on?
What fluff of happenstance belief
would I expect to hold me up?
And it could be the hardest part
is shutting down the voice
that says it’s hard,
for joy, in fact, is easier than worry,
and being true will hold me up
where self deception fails.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2022
You can’t touch the day
without being touched back,
you can’t touch the truth
without wonder
There’s no avoiding the transformation,
your substance chiming crystalline,
suddenly conductive of the whole
intensity of light,
your hands tingling with power
Once the connection is made,
nothing can be taken from you –
the wholeness of your integrity
renders you unassailable.
You are a gift now,
for you can’t help bestowing
the transformation
everywhere you go.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2022
In the domain of crickets,
in the realm of bright secrets,
things you can know
for the price of precise attention,
is a truth within each of us,
found when your gaze goes between
the beliefs and conventions,
practices, preferences, habits,
and stated intentions,
falling instead on the flickering glow
of that substance of us
that wells up from below
in response to what touches us
deeper than anything,
moving our hearts to delight,
quickening us and our light.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2022
In this time, to my mind, I summon
a truth more comprehensive
than the little cause effect chains I’ve constructed
I need something
to rise above the sadness my conclusions would evoke,
some vision that won’t run aground
from shallowness of hope
I summon
the very substance from which arise
our most profound desires,
the substance that entails their sure fulfillment,
I summon
that which knows us all so well,
and which we know,
to make the circle round, restore it whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2022
The small voice
didn’t say this to me, because
the still small voice
is only at the center –
speaks to the center, from the center,
of the center
Words that speak of the approach
are not of the center –
they can’t wield the necessary stillness,
can’t make clear
the one most needed thing
the still small voice can tell me:
the center is here.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 22, 2022