Author Archives: Wendy

In the order of things

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I’ve given up the fear
of things going wrong on the inside,
now that I have glimpsed
how deep the mind force goes,
how there is no scale
at which it abdicates its power
and leaves a role for mindlessness

Electrons hum in harmony
and systems for which they are suns
hum,.too. Who am I to think
the song could pixelate, or end,
who am I to doubt
the care with which I’m held –

Who am I,  after all,
in the order of Infinity?
– where my presence is the basis
for my trust.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 25, 2020

Where there is always room

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Come in, sit down  –
there’s a place here
even for your tears

We can give you the comfort of darkness
where you don’t have to
control your features,
we can give you a blanket
the color of light behind closed eyes  –
it can wrap you soft,
it will make room for you

When you’re done
you can come out –
there’s a place for you here too,
to let the warmth and light
lift the corners of your mouth back up

Come in, all you who are alone  –
you can comfort us,
we’ll comfort you  –
we call you even as we are called
to the place outside of space
where there is always room.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2020

Like Water

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We find we are like water  –
come amorphous to the morning,
to the moment when  the light hits
and we array ourselves in shine

Before then, of course,
there is much movement  –
we rise to meet the air, we drift,
we kiss the edges of the things we know,
we make fog, we roll, we lift 
we curl up small and tumble down

All this to know ourselves
in how we let the light be seen,
all this to show our essence
in how we meet the dawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2020

A Mother’s Comfort

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A mother’s comfort
may be befogged
in a mother’s fear,
may seem a tiny light
against oppressive dark

But look how fierce it shines,
defying all the vastness of the void,
look how she holds it without wavering
even when she thinks she has no chance

Look even deeper,
fold yourself into this light  –
it won’t give up,
however underpowered she may feel.
She won’t let go
so it will bear her up
and thus outshine the darkest night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2020

Fall Line

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Certain moments I think
I can see the whole field
of what we call our lives,
can see the grand gears
turning the mechanism,
can see the choices,
so many fall lines
down and branching down
along the watershed

But see the way the vision changed  –
none of these choices, finally,
have made us what we are,
no mechanism
has been grinding out our lives

And how we branch, and fall, and tumble,
though it may seem to divide,
will bring us, all together,
to our source.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2020

The Season’s Comfort

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The season’s comfort
is no more suppressed
by ignoring it
than rising water
finding its way up
through grass, through stones,
to catch and reflect
the light of the day
to flow down in richness
through courses before unseen

I’ve been ignoring the season
but not its comfort  –
making no efforts to celebrate,
carried along just the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2020

Appearing

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These days, I follow the lines of my hope
like sun rays, up through trees,
like tree limbs, along their reach,
their skyward thrust

It becomes clear to me
that none of us pushes up from nothing,
nor do we push up towards nothing  –
we are clasped in the vision that we yearn to,
and the perfect searching
of every seed
into the essence of itself
is like our own journey,
day by day,
into our full appearing.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2020

Finding us again

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It didn’t take changing you,
it only took knowing you,
discerning which of the signals
refracted between us
were actually true,
and which were interlayered shadows
between projection and perception,
not needing to provoke or be responded to

It only took
holding a steady vision
of that which has always loved you –
letting that be my lens,
making my focus clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2020

Formed to be inhabited

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Well, obviously,
love was formed to be inhabited  –
it is my place
to step into it, full weight,
full stride,
to inhabit love with the confidence
of one who owns it –
all its wondrous infinite acres –
to take in its delights,
to bring in its full harvest,
to share its bounty endlessly,
hold nothing back.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2020