Not even time is exempt
from the rushing wind of Spirit,
not even the past can harbor wrongs
that don’t get swept away
All things are clean —
no atonement is demanded,
no punishment required
before you enter
the liberating kingdom
of the law of Life
Right now is when you’re governed
by that which has no adversary,
that which holds as sole demand for you
that you be subject
exclusively to Truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2019
In the story, the devil rubs his hands
and says, “I got her!”
but I will slip free —
I will not allow sticky webs
to be built in corners
anywhere in my mind
I will not allow any compartments
to limit the luminous goodness
I see in the face of my neighbors
and sense in the love that I feel
I won’t be drawn in to complaint,
for it hides the brightness inherent
in each one’s desire to be loved.
It’s easy enough to just love them
and let the devil lose.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2019
You wear the look of love
on your face. It’s easy to see
that someone lets you know
that you are cherished, every day.
It lends a sense of comfort
to your gait, your smile,
lets you move easy
through the changes in your life
If I can help someone —
—anyone — to look that way,
I’ll surely do it. It’s worth considering
in what small ways, and in what kind
of continuity of care, I can convey this
to people in my life,
so they will have the comfort they deserve.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 14, 2019
The wind sings through the fence,
tousles daisies, sends waves
of wheat-colored shimmer
through otherwise green grasses,
lends a gentle respite from the heat
We work on tasks for the mind —
how to see things, how to count,
what to count as real, what counts,
cicadas keep us company –
the welling and receding of their song
is counterpoint to trees’ rustle
and drone to melodies
of distant birds.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2019
By virtue of your being, you can know
(before any assessment,
with no need to take your measure)
by virtue of your being —
just because you’re here —
you can know
that you are good
Good for your surroundings,
good for the ones you know,
good for the rolling out of time,
along the course of things that happen
Don’t ever think your being
is just grudgingly allowed —
you’re not a stand-in
for something that would be better
There is no way for you
to be any less than perfectly designed
and implemented
in the universe of Mind.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2019
It is a time of baby birds,
tiny choruses at intermittent times
from hidden places somewhere in the trees,
parents busy nabbing bugs
from fir and fern,
a flit that finally reveals their home
There is a joy in knowing without seeing
the daily hum of life,
hearing it move between the glimpses,
within the rustle of the wind,
sensing that, the longer we are here
the more of it we’ll understand.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2019
Sweet child, feel this:
your source that holds you —
the depth and richness
of what it always offers
This well of sustenance
is your pleasure to pour forth,
in infinite, sparkling refreshment.
Nothing can hold your essence back,
nothing can stifle or wilt it
Dear one, in this
you are never alone,
and the path always opens before you,
bright as a river course,
full as this moment,
gathering others
to dance in its bliss.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2019
I’d come to think of my life as small —
small circles, small desire,
small prospects, small needs,
and it felt truer, certainly, than
how I used to wave my hand,
and utter grand plans,
and watch, with something less than confidence,
for some great wave to come along
and bear me up to what I felt
was a deserving height
I recognize that humbleness
is both the starting point
and the essential stance
for riding on the arc of being.
I notice, too, that service to infinity
does not make me small
And so, though I don’t know
what it is for, or how it will work out,
I now am willing
to enlarge my tent.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2019
The river calls its tributaries —
they are drawn to the flow —
all water follows
by virtue of what it is
Of water moved by Spirit
we are formed, we are born,
we are borne along the course prepared
Of water and of Spirit
we find ourselves
new as this breath,
steady as the presence of the infinite.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2019
We’re building a house in paradise,
building it much more slowly
than winter peas which finally flower
despite the constant munching of them
by me and deer
We’re building paradise
with each instance of persistent care,
with our attention, our humbleness,
our patience,
and the quick moments of looking up
to notice the wonder of the day.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2019