It’s said, about your essence,
You can’t see it face to face,
although it’s always here —

It’s known to you within you
in your limbs, and in your light
and in the inner chime
that hums you in reverberation
as you’re moved

It is the same with God —
That elemental goodness,
that aliveness, that
ever unsuppressed
law of joy
is something you encounter
as you live it, as your essence —

Not something you could meet
and walk away from —
Something you take with you,
more yours than your walk,
your stance, your face —
Something — like your eyes —
that you can only see reflected,
something you embody
in your grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern

In an instant
a little shift,
a subtle softening of focus
opened up my sight

and light slid out
through the minute spaces
between the bricks
of what I saw as
people’s constructs of themselves —

It overwhelmed my previous projections
(why they were there, what they
might mean to me, what I surmised
they thought of me and of themselves)

One light.
Our souls.
no other agenda
could have any weight,
no different plans or paths
could hide
what brought us all
to this now,
and what, in unexpected fulfillment,
we would each take home.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 7, 2014

And if, in fact
we can move
with the power of big cats —
deft precision of our paws, our stride,
if we can soar
in the bow-taut wheel of hawks
carving cushion out of sky
and if our fingers truly flow
with the divine creative spark
to render every vision real
then now may be the time
for us to know

Now may be the time for us to gather
in the winding coil
of growing inner strength
until no tales are strong enough
to dull us or constrain us
and we’ll rise into ourselves
and take the reins

For in this time
We’re needed as creators —
Our passive and consuming role is done.
It’s time for us to stand and claim our own,
create our world in concord with the One.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2014