Author Archives: Wendy

Cause and Effect

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I let myself tune in to
the stillness inherent
in being everywhere,
the power inherent
in being all that is,
the fullness of the satisfaction
of having nothing but the All
be my powering source,
be my cause, be my information,
be my identity,
be my reward

I’m ushered into
the potent hush
that can be anywhere
with no trajectory,
in which I wait
forever, but with no delay,
no hesitation, no lurch, no pause,
and live the sweet unfolding
of Life’s eternal law.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2019

Quiet Mind

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With eyes shut
I could be anywhere —
my mind quickly slips me
far from this parking lot —
I shift again and notice
I’m not actually on the cabin porch
nor yet in the northern meadow
with the midday brightness
that now refracts
in many flashing triangles,
shards of memories
and fallen vectored efforts
seeking to settle,
seeking a quiet mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2019

Swallowed

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And if we are swallowed
we will go down in grace,
we will go down doing
what we’ve been called to do

If we are swallowed
(by climate change,
by civil dissolution)
we may get three days,
three nights,
in the belly of a fish
to reset what we know

Maybe we’ll wake up
in a different place,
or maybe we’ll be here
with the same questions

We will pay our vows,
we will give back what we owe,
we”ll take this adventure
right down to the core.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2019

Life as Fountain

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I seek to live my being
as a fountain,
just like these flowers do,
my substance entirely comprised
of the love force that rises
fragrant and colorful,
fresh-edged in the communion
of what it gives
with what needs it,
calling forth myriad responses
from myriad beings,
exulting in what it offers
and what it receives.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2019

Rising

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It was never a matter
of us saving ourselves,
never a case where any one
could individually rise,
never a case where some could go higher
with others left behind

I see it now. My own rising
entails the rise of my esteem
for everyone I see.
The world is saved that way,
as we each see
the face of God in each other,
as we each witness
the glory of collective grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2019

Innocence

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Such an awe-inducing gift
to be shown
the innocence of all the people here —
the child light shining up
through everything they do,
the hope of goodness,
the hope of being seen

There is no snarl of circumstance
that’s not untangled
effortlessly, gently,
in the rising tide of gratefulness
as each of these
receives the benediction —
yes, you’re welcome and essential here,
yes, you are supported in your being.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 17, 2019

Ways to open

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You could say we were
victims of our beliefs
or rather
victims of our unbelief —
the subtle closing of the doors of thought,
restricting flow, though we rail
against the blockage

Still we’re looking for the ways to open —
how at will, or through some method,
or by some yet-to-be-revealed incantation
or transformation,
we receive the flood of inspiration
that makes us understand,
that makes us whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2019

Remember

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Before you go to sleep,
before you slip
into the sweet kaleidoscope
that mirrors and recombines
all you saw and felt
throughout the day

Before you turn out lights
and leave the moon
to its bright vigil
through the night

Before releasing your thoughts
like doves
to fly to their home roosts

Remember what you are
and how it guides you
through your dreams
as well as through your day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2019

What does this mean?

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What does this mean:
it’s not too late? —
when life has rolled on down its path
and suddenly I wonder
why I didn’t think to take a different course —
what it could have been
if I had better understood
and had availed myself
of current opportunities

If I had not been closed,
if I had recognized
there was another way
to think or act

What does it mean,
it’s not too late?
I don’t know what it means
but I am willing to believe,
willing to wait in wonder
to see how this can be true.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 14, 2019

Lines and Spaces

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The people of the spaces
got tired of trying
to explain their viewpoint
to the people of the lines

The people of the lines had logic —
they could draw clear arguments,
they said “lines are really all we know,
all we can prove exists

The people of the spaces
tried to say, “no, no —
the substance is right here,
right in between”
but had no words that carried meaning
for the people of the lines

And so it was that many things
that could be known were hidden,
so it is that many things
could presently spring forth.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 12, 2019