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The Reign of Truth

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Helplessness is not
an acceptable option.
In the realm of myself,
I take a stand
for the reign of truth

And in small flashes
it seems obvious
that truth is really the only thing
that can actually be
in a place, in a time

And no matter how big
a lie claims to be, it can’t occupy
the ground where truth is.
And if truth is here
(and how could it not be?)
it must assert its essence,
must be seen as what determines being

And however intricate
a web of falsity may be,
it can’t take hold on truth —
something that’s false cannot ensnare
something that’s really there

So in small flashes
I can notice
that no problems of the world,
or of the neighborhood,
or of the heart,
can hold back the unfolding of the truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 13, 2019

For This

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We came here for this,
we came here through the rain,
the traffic, the boondoggles and backtracking,
the thought loops and the second guessing

We came here for this,
for this unassailable safety,
this deep rooted presence,
this consciousness that everything
is all right, everyone is worthy,
everything is at peace.

And after all life’s loops and tunnels,
it’s good to know.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2019

Everyday Epiphanies

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You wake up and remember
what you know —
you may have to reach for it,
coming up from dream,
batting back the thoughts
that fall on you
as you break the surface

You may have to spend more time,
may need to diligently focus,
but it comes in — new each morning,
different from yesterday,
full of its own promise

Sometimes it’s a steady fire within,
able to incinerate anything untrue,
sometimes it’s a sunrise seen afar,
overwhelming with its gift of beauty

And sometimes the old lines
of you and me, us and them,
are totally confounded
in the unity of Mind’s purpose,
working out the calculus
of universal good.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2019

Little Window

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And after the thick of the storm,
like a little blue window
amid the clouds rolling and roiling —
a window that may disappear
many times before the clouds clear
and blue displays its winning infinite —

Somewhere before the dark has fully ended,
that blue window of truth
will give you hope,
and the storm’s narrative
will slowly cease to matter,
its irrelevance apparent as it dissipates,
and you can hold on,
for once you’ve seen it,
you won’t believe in darkness anymore.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2019

The shapes are not the light

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If you brought them all together —
all the moments, from many different lives,
where the dream was broken through
and the light poured in —

You would see many different shapes —
a death, a near death, a psychedelic trip,
the answer to a prayer offered
from the very depths,
a gift of life received, the gratitude invoked —

The shapes are not the light.
Light can come through anything.
And what you do with the dream
after seeing the light
is not trivial. There is guidance
to be found, about how this is done,
guidance, and guides,
along the upward way.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2019

Integral

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I was tempted by the mantle
of the good guy —
the evidence compelling,
the accolades attractive

But I considered —
What, then, of the bad guys?
Is there anyone I’m willing
to throw under the bus,
to think of them as scraps
to pull away from my fine cut out
and discard?

No. Let the cloth be whole.
Let there be no one condemned,
no one discarded.
Let the good I am
be one that holds out
for the true picture,
where no one is cut out
and all are welcomed,
where everybody’s place is integral.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 22, 2019

Unopposed

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It’s not a case of truth winning —
truth is unopposed.
The lie may say it’s taking truth on,
the lie may brag about a battle,
but truth is never in a battle —
truth is unopposed

And as for you, your being
is ever, as it’s always been,
of truth. This truth you are
has never had to fight to be itself.
The truth you are
is ever unopposed.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2019

A Truer Story

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We are hungry for stories,
for story is the mind’s path,
the promise
that we could wend our way
out of the dullness of where we think we are
to something redemptive,
something we can almost taste

And we are foiled
by the devil’s practice
of shoving the tails of the stories
into their mouths, of making sure
they only lead us back
to the same place

We are foiled by opposition —
by the assertion
that stories require enemies —
good guys and bad guys,
even if only in our own minds

There is a truer story.
It exists in the place before the impulse,
before the thought. It exists
in searing lifting pure light
of your still unnamed desire,
and if you follow it,
it will lead you home.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2019

Tone of Voice

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The verdict of defeat
is not the final word,
however hard and flat
the voice intoning it

Nothing said in hard, flat tones
can be the final word,
for truth has joy, and truth
is ever singing

When you hear truth’s voice,
the ringing of it
will make you sit still.
You won’t want to do anything
but listen

When you hear truth’s voice,
all that’s hard and flat in you
will melt —
all that speaks to you in cruel tones,
all that is vindictive and contemptuous
will turn to dust and wash away,
and leave you sparkling clear and true,
toning in the voice that knows your name.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2019

Re-vision

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Retile my past —
take all those broken squares,
those incomplete perceptions,
those ways I failed to see
the truth of being,
so I can understand
through present windows
that nothing in my life was ever missing

Is not this grace —
what wipes away without a trace
the meted consequence,
all our indebtedness?
— and in its place
reveals the fruit that waits
ready to satisfy
when it is seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 2, 2019