Look – look at our world,
and tell me, what’s not possible?
Can it really be possible
for us to wallow
in casual cruelty? Unwittingly
acquiesce to unmitigated horror?
Is it possible we would allow ourselves
to randomly give up our power
to those who use it
for the demise of all?
Look at the dawn, look at the field
when the fog lifts, and the sun
greets golden leaves of autumn trees.
Look at our hearts, and recognize
what’s possible.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2023
In great relief
I wake to see
I am not in the ropy undertow
of fallen snarls,
not tugged and lost and tangled
I am here, connected to my source,
held in the smooth flow of being.
I don’t need to fight that battle –
I am not there.
I remain unfallen,
floating free.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2023
I will not give voice to rage,
however justified it claims to be,
rage against rage,
justification on top of injustice,
indignation tearing at dignity –
this is not the voice
that can bring quiet,
this is not the voice
that leads to satisfaction
I will listen for the voice of peace,
seed crystal,
deep within all sentience,
present, thus, in each of us,
its symmetry and elegance
poised to grow,
ensured, by its very nature,
to reconstruct the whole space.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2023
These wars, on every scale –
out in our world, within our homes,
within our hearts,
can cease as we can understand:
we aren’t defined in opposition
And there can be no right
when someone else is wrong –
the more we pull that thread,
the more it tugs at us,
and tells us – just a little more –
more force, and we can win –
a fearsome snarl that has no end
These wars can cease
as we can understand:
we are defined in oneness.
Infinity, to be unveiled,
requires us all to send light
in the same direction –
light up each other and ourselves
in one grand whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2023
I am not confused
although the tangled weavings
of dark money
have been cast,
intending to obscure the truth
I am not confused
because the slick conceit of evil
has always been the same,
self-absolving misdirection,
naming scapegoats, casting blame
This isn’t what it looks like,
and while we could, perhaps,
go on for another fifty years
or generations, suspended
in the same lies, we also
can always know within
what truth sounds like,
what stands it calls us to,
and how it will support us
as we support it,
and how it moves mountains
and will not be moved.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2022
I will not settle
for the usual excuses,
I will not retreat
to helplessness
This is not my battle
so I don’t need to win it,
but neither will I stand by
to see it lost
The Mind we dwell in
is sovereign –
it owns our being, it owns our thought,
and it will bear us
on comprehensive currents
so we let go our obtuseness
and are taught.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2022
The usual calculations
have been made, chess pieces
trotted out, arrayed,
leaders on at least one front
secretly dismayed –
here we go again
But it could be that many hearts
are ready to see an new thing,
it could be that they’re able
to cease to be the pawns.
It could be there’s a way
for everyone to be surprised
to see a different, peaceful, way unfold.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2022
Truth is too big
to have a brand,
Truth is too big
to be packaged.
Truth is far bigger
than any versus — mine vs. yours,
ours vs. theirs
Every sense of truth
that wars against another’s
is like a small person
throwing dried peas
against a window —
the insignificant ptick ptick
will have no impact
There will be no time even
to call them to justice —
They will be swept away
like so much flotsam
And the clean rush
of the Truth that is One
will cover everything —
that will be enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2015
It wearies me to read of World War II —
puts me to sleep —
the plans and strategies, initiatives and blunders
Yet I get caught up hoping for “our side” —
I wonder . . .
Though I’ve been too sophisticated
to be self-satisfied in comfort, in my privilege,
though I’m aware how very far
this country is from free,
What have I risked
in my armchair condemnation
of the bland rule of corporatocracy?
How am I strong?
How does my daily life uphold
a sense of freedom, justice, decent life for all?
Where is my courage?
And how would I fare
if we were faced with homeland war?
©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2015