Author Archives: Wendy

Imagining

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I’m imagining us, not too long hence,
walking hand in hand
though in the vision
it’s more like streaming light,
all of us grateful
to have been brought together

I imagine us streaming like that
all the time — then I consider
you will have others, too,
others to share and celebrate
and so will we
and the whole thing
will be so much grander
than I can think up

So I’ll just bask in the warmth of it,
how it comforts me and holds me up
right here and now.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2019

All That Is

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Health springs up
from the same place
that life springs up,
from the same source
of all thought
which is all action

You spring up
every day, every moment,
from the source of yourself
which is infinite

And nothing can be placed
except as it is thought,
except as it is known
and as it’s loved

And nothing blocks
the power of presence,
nothing can impede
the All That Is.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 9, 2019

Action

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I’m not content with idleness
but I must learn
not to be fooled
by inactivity that’s masked as motion —
things to do that don’t make any difference,
loopings of the mind that don’t go forward

In due respect
for source and power,
I must recognize
that Mind achieves its ends
and is the only cause of all my action

When Spirit moves,
the waters all move also,
immediate, decisive,
everything as fluid
as the thought comprising it,
everything responsive,
everything accomplished —
this is the model
for all I am to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2019

Assessment

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And if I didn’t avail myself
of all the gifts of the day —
if I saw the lifting light of afternoon
but didn’t venture out,
if I saw the pink of eastern clouds
hint of splendid setting in the west
but stayed inside

I still enjoyed the coziness,
the being warm and dry,
the light and heat
available at fingertips

I still enjoyed the prospect
of a peace so unassailable
that everyone, so gratefully
would sink, delighted, in,
cradled, welcomed, and redeemed,
and thus made new.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2019

Demons Departing

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When demons are cast out,
they may go arguing with each other,
as they always do,
disputing their turf,
and which ones
have loftier positions

They may scream and whine and howl,
as they always do,
they may curl up
intending not to move

But they’ll go anyway,
dissolving even as they speak,
their threats and bludgeons
dissolving with them.
They’ll leave the field in blessed silence,
so clear that you can hear a dewdrop fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2019

Low

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The day is gray
and mud has had its way
with my boots, my gloves,
my clothes

The work continues
but I have bowed out of it,
cowed by cold dampness
and no given tasks for me

I have retreated to the cabin,
I’ve lit a fire
though it is not a time
for meals, or gearing up
or winding down

I will let myself be low
just for a spell,
just for long enough
to change my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 5, 2019

Facts of Winter

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The day lasts much longer
outside the cabin,
mud and snow,
wind and radiant sun,
surprising green revealed by snowmelt,
fresh as spring

We have made this
little box of warmth
we can retreat to,
though it’s darker here

Night will bring moonlight
reflected on the last of the snow,
cold will draw all the heat
out from the floor
while we stay warm by snuggling
till morning comes again
with opportunities
for fire and sun.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 3, 2019

Wings of the Morning

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Barely home, and we’re flying again,
touch and go, capture and release,
yet something else, when we consider
our progress down the ever flowing stream

We home in on home each day,
each day, we find it new,
and if we’re lost on any given evening,
there still is time to settle in,
to find our place

And in the morning, off on new adventure,
we’ll know we can touch home at any time,
home in the kindly tended refuge
of being known in ever-present Mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2019

Casting out demons

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When I consider how
the cause and effect
in all of this,
each flowing stream,
each footfall,
each sprig of early springing green
is Love,
it’s easy, then, to understand
that nothing is left out,
no demons needed
to guard the chasms,
to hold the terror
in some fierce and awful
bargain of control

No need for demons
and no need for hiding —
each loved idea walks freely,
centered, whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 1, 2019