Maybe this is exactly
what I need — these waves
kicked over the sea wall,
these rain drops, hard as sand
blown against my eyelids,
this headwind beating me back
This could be what I need,
sun appearing at different parts
of the sea and sky, the mildness
of the gale-tossed air, my pedals,
even in low gear, offering resistance
This, so I can remember
I’m never asked to do it alone,
I’m only asked to lean in
and release.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 15, 2019
We have covered ground here,
through the longest night
and well into the year,
we have found healing,
sometimes tenuous
but slowly coming clear,
and though you’ve flown,
we still will walk this path together
The sun this morning
was almost match
for the gusting winds,
blue ruled the water and the sky,
we skirted puddles
on the familiar road to town,
hand in hand, you and I
So far we’ve come, beyond the judgment,
beyond the strife, beyond the words,
we think we see the curving of the earth,
and maybe on that circle
we’ll find our way back home
and taste the flavor of our native worth.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 14, 2019
Every one of these structures
is a place of refuge, a thing
cobbled together against the void,
the glass-crushing nothingness
of rejection. For fear that we’d
implode and shatter,
we have built these forms —
so many of them,
in such different modes
And if we knew there is no void,
no vacuum, we could walk free.
We wouldn’t be attached
to all those convoluted rules,
those strange behaviors
If we knew the Allness
covers all of us,
we would be united.
And we would know we’re safe,
and be at peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 13, 2019
And as for you,
you right there where you are,
in that body
just as it is right now,
you are beloved
Not provisionally,
not in spite of anything,
but in the wholeness,
in the presence
of everything that’s you
Just as you stand,
just as the air nestles around you,
just as the light caresses
all your colors, all your form —
that’s how you are cherished —
not above or under any others
but deeply prized,
essential to the whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 12, 2019
There is therefore now
no condemnation,
no contamination,
no contempt,
no fall, no exile, no complaint,
and no damnation
No one in the realm of Truth
has ever left it,
and there’s no other realm
where we could live —
we can’t condemn,
nor can we be condemned,
for we are loved —
our name is clear
as it has always been.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 11, 2019
And as for us, poor fumble people,
all we need is cuddles,
cuddle of the deepest sort,
that feeds the soul,
that soothes the heart
and makes us know
how dearly we are held
We all come crying, masked, of course,
in our bravado, the efforts we all mount
to prove that we amount to something,
that our presence counts
We ask for others
to give us what we need
but they, too, flounder,
flailing in the chasm of their lack
Ah, if we only knew,
in truth, for certain,
what’s already given,
we wouldn’t need to struggle and to sink —
we’d rest, serenely, in our present heaven.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2019
Each day we are born
of water and Spirit,
each day borne
on wings of present care
Today within us
brightness sparkles forth
like wind-chased ripples,
like new-learned chords.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2019
There is no bridge
from lack to bounty,
no accretion that won’t sink
into the endless, desperate pool of want,
and that is why we won’t go there
We’ll start out where we are,
with here, with presence,
we’ll let the tendrils of awareness
reach in deep
to find the fact
that we have always been supplied
with plenitude, in everything we need.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 7, 2019
In the art of
helping things forward,
there are tools better than strategy,
better than persuasion
I seek the water molecule quality
that flows instantly
to where the need is,
that sinks in to deep listening
and offers a mirror
to present purposes
so they shine forward
on their own.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 6, 2019
Certainty may grow
like shadows as the sun sets,
dark on the water,
heavy as stone
What wasn’t clear before
may now seem always known,
solid conviction,
resolved to the bone.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2019