Author Archives: Wendy

Adventure

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In the adventure of immortality,
I leave behind the currency
in which I used to deal

Instead of tokens,
the true object of desire,
instead of rules for the exchange,
a clarifying harmony

Yes, it impels me to be still,
for how, otherwise, would I take in
this light? – that settles
everywhere around me

How else would I follow
the infinite dendritic reach?
– always inward, always where it nourishes
the deepest recognition of identity,
and cherishes
every thought its touch impels to rise.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2021

On heating a house

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It’s not that the cold
wants to come in.
Though it may seem so,
it’s not prying at the edges
of the doors and floors,
seeping in through all untended cracks

It is that warmth is drawn to cold –
wants to share, wants to fill the hole,
to wrap itself around the cold
and bring it home

And so it looks for places
where it can get out,
where it can spread its fingers
and reach them to the cold
and warm it just a little
as it drifts out thinner
into the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7 2021

Thank You

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Thank you for the fullness of the day –
full, in forward progress and in
cheerful sharing of the work,
and working out the problems,
heads and hands close together

Full in feasts of beauty
presented by the land,
and coziness of fire-warmed space
and warmth of smiles

Full, finally,  in that great vision
of the harmony that holds us
and its tangible fruition
in unasked for grace

I’ve been a long time approaching
this starting place,
now finding myself,
wonderingly,
already here.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2021

Vantage Point

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From this vantage point,
Look. The wondrous still point
of present perfection.
Here you sit royal, here you command
the whole realm of your consciousness,
all you can perceive

From this vantage point you see
you have no need to flail
amid the scramblings of the world,
no need to quaver (strong but small)
against colossal evil

Notice the power of your focus:
Your insistence
that only what is true
can be played out
in this realm that you command
does so much more
than steps to fix what tells you it is wrong  –
a different, a more potent kind of strong.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 5 2021


Exchange

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As if coming, after a long hike,
to the banks of a strong river,
as if taking off my shoes,
as if feeling the rapid daunting coolness,
and considering immersion

So I come
to the certainty of knowing
that all my temporality
must be turned in, given up,
exchanged for the existence
that precedes and follows time,
a state of being
too large and bright to be confined
in narrow, time dimensioned channels

I start to see the things I must give up  –
some dear, some foolish  –
and I feel,
if not now, soon,
I will be ready.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2021

Faithful

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If I am faithful
I will not entertain
thoughts of bleakness  –
I will refuse to let them
slouch their way into my view
with their little excuses
and offhand insinuations that
what they are asserting
is all I should expect,
all that I deserve

I can be faithful
even if I haven’t yet seen
the way all these gifts
come together, the way
everything is provided for each
child of the light, including
their opportunity to really shine,
including their shining
lighting the path for others,
including how they make the vision
be fully seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2021

Spreading Out

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Less than a month till the Equinox  –
bluebirds and robins and juncos
come through, flitting in flocks
among the T-posts and dried stalks,
showing their particular
flashes of feathers,
they, like us, having passed
under the low bars of winter,
spreading out now,
reaching and yearning
for the longer warmer days.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 27, 2021

Living Water

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Try to describe this:
seeing yourself as a waterfall
instead of a vessel,
constantly pouring forth,
rather than capturing
that which you need,
having it
by virtue of being it,
receiving it constantly
only by giving it away

Knowing yourself beloved,
not by what’s given you –
by what you find yourself giving,
knowing it’s yours,
and knowing it’s you,
by all that is blessed
at your banks.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2021

Heavenly

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Softly and suddenly
images of heavenly
filled me up
with gratitude, with joy

A scene from memory played back
but with an overlay of richness
overwhelming me with sweetness
of your being, of our being then, together

And it wasn’t sad – it wasn’t
as if those memories lived in the past –
they were not gone –
they radiated present tense,
they give me more
right in my here and now, and more –
they give me you.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2021