We speak with utmost confidence
of something we can all feel,
and though it could be argued
that we can’t see it — here it is
For we can all see the light of love,
how it makes us able
to wrap each other snuggly
in the warmth of eyes,
communicate our approbation
in one look, strengthen each other
like that, even before we say anything
That’s where our words come from, then —
not the voice of theory or belief,
a voicing, rather, of what is.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 19, 2018
Light makes its own course
along the walls and through the windows,
drapes itself in shadow,
caresses surfaces
Reflections, bright and subtle,
dance back along its path,
celebrating presence.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 18, 2018
Now that I have reached
this summit of perception,
let the tides fill in around me —
tides of comfort, tides of peace,
tides of sweet assurance,
so I don’t teeter here upon the point
but can find rest and ease
as the evidence of our eternal goodness
settles in, bearing us all up.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2018
Beyond my words,
beyond the framings of my mind,
beyond the now silent
clamor of analysis,
crests the surge of being
I’m looking now
from inside the wave —
lifting, and feeling lifted,
rising and expanding outward,
taking in the welling up
of exaltation
This is something new,
this is something that always has been,
this is something that changes everything,
this is something that has never changed
How will I walk now
within my former world,
how will I not become
the power I have breathed?
©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2018
The work being done
there on the outside
is nothing for us to meddle with,
a business of wind blowing in all directions
and snow, various kinds,
coating trees, filling window screens,
piling high on roofs and railings,
driven up again, in powder form,
from the ground
We haven’t been out all day,
contenting ourselves with
food and naps and laundry,
thoughts and hopes,
wistful as snow,
blowing around inside.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 13, 2018
I love my mind.
My mind is a field, not a particle.
My mind is not mine,
and I am not alone here
I love my Mind.
My Mind is infinite.
My Mind is not mine,
and not even exactly ours
I love the soaring flight
of light, of thought, of color,
I love imagination and analogy,
I love the resonance
that chimes us all together
in the pulsing, coursing
harmony of being
I love my Mind, our Mind.
It is the field of all being.
It is the author and the keeper
of everything we are,
and it holds us safe and whole
within its knowing.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2018
And if the train cars
pass through a shadow,
its shape rolling undisturbed
across each clump of passengers,
if the train rattles through light and darkness
clattering to a stop at the stations
and the passengers are unconcerned
by the shifting light
So may my course be,
and let me sway with the turns and the clatters,
unconcerned by what we pass through
on the way to our destination.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 11, 2018
There is no way
(boxes within boxes,
sea bottom, barnacles)
you can close off
the deep bright light within you
(white brilliance, color sparkles)
no way you can keep it
from burning through all the barriers,
no way they can stop it
from claiming its source and home
in the infinite light it is one with,
the ever luminescent truth.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2018
Though I can never know
the machinations of another’s thought,
though I can’t know
the mazes their heart gets lost in,
I can know the nature of the heart itself,
that clear and liquid thing
whose surface trembles
but whose inner depth
if full and pure and still,
quenching every thirst that finds it,
sending out its searchlight signals,
waiting to be found.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2018
Let me consider
what I let go to return
to my toddler heart,
what I let go not knowing
I am doing it,
what drops away
as I reach to grasp
the now no longer fleeting
light of my delight,
what I can ride on now
letting go of the need
to navigate,
holding on to what changes me,
changes me back
to what I have always been.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2018