Author Archives: Wendy

Arriving

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Dozing into the arrival
at our land, passing between
cliffs of clouds and blue banked sky,
needed desired rain
and needed desired sun
and the question of which
would attend our arrival

Eyes closed, the landscape still rolled out,
the narration borrowed
from some other world:
“They grasped each other
by their suppositions,”
I heard, before opening my eyes

The sun shone through the rain,
mist rose up from the road
and blew across. The dream
was also worth watching
after the long trundle,
blurring the question
of where, exactly,
we were arriving.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2017

The Space Between

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The breath between the notes of a flute –
a time to consider
the nature of the spaces
where nothing has been said

And if I need a way to know
the purity of tone,
perhaps it lies in this —
not in the mellifluity of words
but in the calmness
and the listening
of the space between.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2017

Conversation

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I heard without a doubt
(my Creator told me
clear as the blue shine on the floor
stretching to the boundaries
of all my being)
I heard without a doubt
that at the very bottom of my tears
there was nothing there but goodness

Why then, was I still afraid?
Did I still believe my life rolled out
in some realm other than
the one my Maker owned?
Did I think I might be comforted
but not healed? Saved but left alone?

Surely (my Creator told me
this morning as I watched the tiny
crescent moon start its traverse
across the brightening sky)
Surely you couldn’t think
I’d leave you in a realm I didn’t govern!

Surely you can feel: It’s not
that I deliver you from evil
so much as that my all-present goodness
always governs all events —

Yours, too. Yourself, your family
and every fact unfolding in this day.
And that’s why, in my goodness,
you don’t have to be afraid.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2017

Faustian Bargain

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You need no faustian bargain.
All the gifts you ever have desired
are yours immutably,
before time, perhaps before embodiment,
in full force still.
You can claim them
without a catch, without a price

They all are yours to give,
and, in giving, yours to bless.
In blessing, you are blessed,
along the circle leading back to your desire,
continuing and ever new,
as it is written,
as it will ever be.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 15, 2017

Sense of Self

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For awhile, it’s important
to get our stories straight,
to open out the crushed frames
to let the wind and light
flow through our sense of self

Later, as the light grows stronger,
the particular grids of our stories
become less relevant,
overwhelmed, as they are,
by what streams through the spaces
as we shift our sense of self
away from the lines
into the brightness of being.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2017

Life Essence

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You may think
you want to go back
to the old life, the quid pro quo,
your place along the grid
of fear and confidence,
the little pleasures
in what you overcome

But once you’ve grasped the brilliant core,
there’s no hope for it —
that light will burn right through
all the warp and weft
of what you thought you were

They can’t hold it —
you have to find the structure
made out of the same stuff,
a practice that embraces it
and lets it shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2017

Receive This

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You speak of receiving —
Receive this: you are beloved.
Spirit is not indifferent
to your being. You are as prized
as Spirit is to itself —
breath of being,
delight and excitement
in this present living of you,
exactly you.

Spirit is not indifferent
to that which shines its essence.
It can’t forsake you
anymore than you
could forsake your breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2017

Synergy

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And after the effort
we notice the lift of synergy,
the filling out and up
of so many unfolding layers
of expressiveness
with momentum like
white foam after the wave breaks
rushing up the beach
and bathing everything
in its soft fizz,
like flowers unfurling in time lapse,
like stars unendingly appearing
along the zoom toward infinity

We put so much in
but what we got out is even more.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2017

Ties

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If everyone could be
wrapped in the arms of family,
if they could all feel
there is a place for them to be
where they know they are
at home in each other’s homes,
known by each other’s fathers
and mothers and children,
then everyone would also know
the most important way to be —
everyone would know how to be kind.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 8, 2017

At Heart

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I sometimes feel
I don’t know
what things are made of anymore,
don’t understand
how people live,
what they do behind their doors,
how they afford to be there,
how they fill their days,
how they find a way
to make it all work

And then sometimes I get a chance to see
the grand complexity of someone else’s life —
the trials and hurdles,
joys and satisfaction,
with what they’ve made their lives
and what they have been given

And there I see the way
that we are all the same,
however different our paths have been —
we radiate our fervor from the same source,
we share, at heart, the same core.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2017