Author Archives: Wendy

Sound Bath

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We were all very happy to share
the stories of our success,
the odds we faced
and how we overcame,
and what instruction could be gained
from our example

But were we willing also
to give the gift of being
one who receives another’s words
and goes up higher?

How we all long for that kind of exchange!
—Where our words are taken in, and resonate
to match and amplify our starting tone,
so we together bathe in sound,
soaking in the rich harmonics
that make us feel ignited and at home.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2018

Instantly

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You have done well, my friend —
you can stop measuring.
No need to weigh yourself —
you are your own balance

No need to look for flaws,
not in yourself, and not in others —
they won’t be on the test,
won’t be collected or compared,
won’t be evaluated

You can present yourself
clear and simple as one step forward
in which you are instantly
filled up with light.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2018

Festival of Lights

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Indeed, for each of you is a light —
We bask in dappled illumination,
the moving brightness of each of you
multiplied each time you interact

We are so blessed
by each of you. And more —
you all together
comprise this feast, become this exaltation,
enough, for sure, to light the temple
eight days, that is,
eternity plus one.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 2, 2018

The Eye of the One

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We come out of our cubicles,
out of our discrete and one-toned sparkles,
out of our dispersal into many,
back to the eye of the One

We may spread out across the surface,
we may refract, we may go deep,
we may be graced with different reflections,
but we still hail from
the same light source
and holographically contain the whole

And so we see we are not strangers —
could not be, could not have ever been —
in this we’ll know as we’ve been ever known,
in this we’ll see as we are seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 1, 2018

Harmonic

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The sand won’t fail to ripple
in the pattern of the light,
in the pattern of the waves,
in the pattern of the wind and tides

The harmony of light and shadow,
ebb and flow, advance, receding,
holds each grain of sand
here where your toes, delighted,
find them

So it is with what we call our lives —
nothing puts it into place,
nothing holds it there
except the truth that permeates our days,
harmonic waves of blessed, light-touched life.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2018

Just Saying

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I’m not saying anything
about the quality of the box.
It’s a lovely box, and I can see
how it has given sense to your life,
a frame from which to view,
with which to order
all the currents streaming through your mind

I’m not saying anything
about the quality of the cage.
Certainly it’s a fine cage,
gilded and artful. It sets off your plumage,
provides a visual counterpoint
to your graceful lines

I’m just saying
something inside is making me
want to walk away. I don’t want
to try those containers out,
at least not now.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2018

Presence

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Let me wake up to presence
and feel the substance of it,
how it fills up everything —
time and space and consciousness

Let me feel how presence
is both mine and its own,
how it speaks to me,
how I embody it

See? I can’t be absent
any more than presence can be gone,
and I can’t fail to dwell in presence,
the all, the law, of here.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2018

Welcome Home

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You can go ahead
and set those worries right down
in the hall. You don’t need
to carry them upstairs

Come in, relax — every part of you
is welcome. We will thoroughly enjoy
all that you are

Even Awkward, that funny half-relative,
can feel at home here.
We don’t take him too seriously,
which comes as a relief to him.
I saw him settling in, with new ease,
leaning in to the surrounding laughter

We’re glad you found us. Whether you traveled
five hours in a sleigh, or six in an airplane,
or ten minutes across the bumpy winter grass,
your coming makes our circle rounder —
your presence is desired.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 27, 2018

Each other from afar

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No need to stand on pretense
for we both have sat
in the shadow of death,
we have both been changed

And whatever we professed
before that
is irrelevant —
we are in a different place

Our eyes now —
they don’t avert as quickly,
we take the deep time
to let things soak in,
to let the colors darken
in the wetness,
the saturation gather at the edge

No need to hold each other
to what we said and thought
in former times. Those times are gone.
We have today.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 26, 2018

The Morning’s Gold

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We were there to harvest
the gold of the day,
exhilaration
when sun has overcome
the last night’s rain

Damp leaves quivered
with surface evaporation,
breath-catch of being here,
the moment’s radiant warmth

Later the clouds came across
and maybe there was more rain
(later we were inside, where noticing
is not strictly required).
In memory, and in the camera’s capture,
the morning’s gold will stay.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2018