Author Archives: Wendy

Returning

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Thank you for your peace
Today I’m back for more
Thirsty
Vaguely lost
Disoriented
by relentless tides
pushing from within against my skull
And so I turn
Lay down the package I’ve been toting
All the bricks and rocks I seemed to think I needed —
stories explicating who I am and why —
Spirit, I am yours, and that’s enough
No need for more
No need for knowing what
bright path tomorrow will provide
Only that you guide me from inside.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2011



Lullaby for Myself

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    Steady Spirit
Take me home
Wash my soul in bubble bath
Wrap me in a huge white towel
Terrycloth, with hooded corner
Let me leave my foolish day behind
Let my thoughts be gently realigned
Rock me till I give up all my tangled, knotted will
Let me float into your peace
And there, at last, be still.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard: “Doors of Life”)

Perfection

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some things are perfect
delightful in every way
nothing contrary
has any say
some things you win
applying
meticulous design
some things come so simple
they arrest your mind
you ponder
how could this have happened?
can I make it work again?
but you don’t know the answer
so the mystery remains
and some things, by their nature
when you let them be
will always come up shining
and you just may see
there’s a wisdom in releasing
all your dreams to find their homes
there’s a magic in allowing things
to come into their own.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2011






Love Tuning

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I weary of the stories
that keep running in a loop
I want to lay them down.
Quantum love is everywhere at once.
It doesn’t need to travel
doesn’t need to struggle
through the rough terrain of speculation
tenuous analysis of data
evaluation whether
there exists enough attraction
on the other side
to match one’s own.
Love requires no story
and engenders none.
Love was here before the words
and love endures long after
all the words are done.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2011



Grace for Today

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“Give us this day our daily bread;
Give us grace for today, feed the famished affections;”*
Today this verse
that I have heard
these many years
rang with potent meaning
in my ears
For now I notice
it affirms that I am hungry
that this deep gnawing, this distraction
is a need
that keeps me turning
since I yearn for something
surface day won’t feed
I yearn to move
in the strong current of affection
feel the tide of powerful connection
not to stand alone, to be unmoved
but to be moved in perfect balance
pouring out my care
into the network of our oneness
feeling the reverberation running back
filling in the ocean of my lack.
* From the Lord’s Prayer with Mary Baker Eddy’s spiritual interpretation


©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2011



Epiphany

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    You don’t have to wait for joy
It’s not contingent
on conditions
things you need to do to earn it
strings of power others hold, 
gurus, teachers, texts to learn it
being not too young or old

You don’t have to wait for joy
It doesn’t hinge
on times and tasks that need to come together
or alignment of the stars and weather
It’s here
Sure as you are

Illusion’s claims will never
of their own accord
let you off the hook
They’ll always book another thing
you have to wait for first
But you don’t have to wait for joy
Here:
It’s here
Sure as you’re alive
Close as your daily breath.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2011


(background music, Isaac Shepard, “Elation”)


From a Conversation

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Attraction is the need to give your gift,
She said. No need to choose from stories off the shelf
Each summons has its own configuration
Each connection will define itself
If you can keep yourself from predefining 
Refrain from digging ruts into the groove
You’ll hear the music rise, find it aligning
With everything you’ve yearned to give and love
I’ve tried it some, she said, it has its sense
It keeps me in the moment where I am
To ask, what is my gift for this one instance?
Lets me be true to what just now demands
I can’t assuage my yearning altogether
But this is helping, and it’s getting better.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2011



All is well

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The circle spins around again to stillness
The wave has crested and it glides back down
In the ebb it murmurs and regathers
Readies for another go around
Even in this quiet place, there’s movement
Rivulets returning to their source
Slow building for the next essential moment
When once again the cresting will burst forth
I flew! I flew, and I will fly again
Though now it feels most perfect to be still
Give no attention to the gradual build
— When it will break, or even if it will
All’s well — in this soft place I’ll trust the flow
When it’s time to leap again, I’ll know.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2011



The Daily Swim

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(I refer, here, to the Hindu concept of maya as something like illusion.  I am not Hindu, and I might not understand the concept correctly.  But it serves to express something that seems true to me.)

Maya’s myths, like milfoil
Catch at my ankle
If I thrash, they’ll wrap me tighter
Tempting me to spend my power
Till I sink
But it’s water that I float on
And it’s here, and it will hold me
I can glide along here softly
Let the milfoil drag behind
And as the water deepens
They will finally cease to reach
Up to my world, and I’ll swim free

For now, some say “swim gentle
Think of its fronds as caressing you
A tender tickle, nothing to alarm”
Some say “swim with scissors, 
Cut them off, deep as you can.”
Some say “just add water
Floods and floods will do
To drown out tugs of maya
And carry you.” 


©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2011






Bringing it Home

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(for Edward)

I ride into the bright sunshine
Push against the strong wind
Glide within the soothing shade that lets me see
And I am loved by all of these
And by the sweet air
And by the soft seas
I bring the love of all these lovers
Home to you
You’ll see it in my eyes
And smell it in my skin and hair
You’ll take me in your arms
And they will be there
And they will make you want them
As they make you want me
We all will flow together
As it should be
So with my many lovers
I am still true
Enriched to be with them
And bring it home to you.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2011