Small green shoot

I summon words to talk about
the place where words have crashed,
where I abandoned them
(a wing wrenched off, the fuselage burnt out)
and the entire arena (every place constructed
for the words to play)
now proven contrary to natural law

I summon words to hunt for hope,
and notice hope, in fact, springs eager
from the massive failure of what crashed

Everyone is so thirsty
for the sight of that small green shoot
and the taste of the water offered
in the place without words, without judgment,
where everything starts over with the truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2022

A Mystery

I can’t tell you about this,
snow melting, drips of rain coming down,
subtle elusive smells – cabbage? mammal?
crunch of crusted slush under my boots

I can’t tell you why
a smile circles around and catches me
from behind, from within,
or why the sense of something poignant
hovers, just beyond recognition

Once again I feel
waves of understanding, of forgiveness,
of remorse  – of letting these be phases
in the crumbling of old perspectives
so truth can align to hold the
infinitely weighty but perfectly balanced place
where we can hold each other
in exquisite trust.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2021

Fractures

In this fractured dream world
there is no is,
no state of being right,
no state of being
a certain kind of person

There are no facts about the past,
there is no structure of
the current state of things

However long we grapple with
our and each other’s
version of the truth,
however justified our story seems,
we won’t get closer
to anything that represents us fairly

Through the fractures in this dream world,
sometimes
light can be seen  –
Oh light, be my justice,
enlightening me,
Oh light, be my vision
and teach me to see.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2021

Take possession of your body

At the voice of Truth, your body
thrills in awareness, all its currents
apparent, transparent  – its unobstructed flow
coursing with power. You feel the solidness
of it – not as clay, but as imperative,
the joy of presence, unmovedness
of honesty, the certainty of what it is,
what it must be

Ask your body  – it will tell you
what you may have been trying
to assert. Give it credit,
and give it slack. And finally,
give it comfort, for it deserves to know
you will take care of it,
you have its back.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2021

A Pearl

Here is a pearl you could wear
on a long chain, belly level,
perhaps – a truth you could use
when you need it, a secret reminder

You could remember your life
is already loved, and it doesn’t need
lies to prop it up
or fears to keep it safe

Your love is served by truth,
your truth augments your love –
they hold you in the safe place
where you know you are enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2021

A Deeper Honesty

I part the brambles, step within –
I seek a deeper honesty –
the portals that it opens
makes it worth the search,
for here a fuller life
is promised me

The small excuse, the better sounding story,
I turn these over, see what’s underneath  –
a fear of being judged, perhaps,
or that my truest self
would not be fit to be more fully seen

Or that the short cuts I have taken,
ways I’ve failed to see another fairly,
were best for me to hide,
(and mostly from myself)
could be concealed, so I’d be let off easy

My honesty will help these flaws in thought to pass away,
and let the skill of my Creator
have the final say.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2021

Alchemy

Alchemy has become
a popular word,
and I, for one, have experienced
that perfect balancing
where suddenly
all that came from me was gold –
truth from my mouth,
light from my being

But I need a deeper practice,
for my goal is not the sense
of being lit up from within,
but the illumination
that renders all the rumors of the shadow
irrelevant, forgotten, as they are,
in the bold line and color
of the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3,  2021

Word

I am not the one who tells you,
deep down where the current of your being
runs in the channels of your knowing,
in the certainty of truth

Me telling you this
would just be some line across the surface,
scribbled with a marker,
annoying, perhaps, and easily written off
as ignorant of all that lies below

But you hearing this
from the voice that puts your doubts and fears to silence,
so comprehensive it is,
and so kind –
you hearing this from the infinite within –
that will let you know.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21,  2021

Truth Stands Up

In my mind I fill you up with truth  –
I see the rare surge of its pull,
great burst of aliveness
from catching hold of it,
letting it zing you to the core

You’ll be back
because you need this
more than anything,
you sense that it will take you
to all you’ve ever wanted
(which is true)
and it releases you
from all the pincers that would hold you trapped
in endless ugly mazes of conditions

In my mind I seek to recognize
that truth is everywhere
and so you must be filled with it –
no room for anything like rationalization,
no room for being forced, for being cowed,
for being frightened  –
truth stands up in you,
and you will gladly serve it,
truth stands up in you
and you are free.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2021