Author Archives: Wendy

Juices

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My friends of the Spirit –
we are called to celebrate,
from different sides of the country,
from different sides of the veil

It doesn’t matter where or when
we are -.this celebration
is of the gifts we bring,
juices gathered and concentrated down
by our experience,
truth we learn at first as image,
wrought out solid through our practice

I can feel close to you –
I can recognize the flavor
of your contribution –
scent of berry, spice, and honey
laces freshest air.
We don’t need to talk to share the blessing –
I feel it on the wind that you are there.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2020

Forgive Me

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Forgive me, for I went far too long
without noticing your magnificence.
It’s an affront to your creator,
failing to see
the grand capacity of your imagination,
the worlds you can construct,
the life force you contain,
and the great colors
of your joy, your love, your hope

These are not things to be dismissed,
to be eclipsed
by some petty requirement my will suggested.
These are things to open out my views,
to rejoice over,
to teach me of the dear design of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2020

To stand before the king

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Let me be nourished, these years,
by the pure essence
of what I am,
as it rises, churning forth light,
to meet what calls it,
as it answers with its own self
the summons to expand,
to venture forth like stars
in a young universe,
to feed itself with acts of blessing
it is called to give,
to feel itself becoming, more and more,
the very heart of all it has desired

In that way, after three years,
let me stand before the king,
for any king will see
this light outshines
any standards of the world,
this light is true –
true, always, to its source.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2020

Falling

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“Not one sparrow shall fall to the ground without your Father “

And so it is with falling,
with weather and with cadence
with things we see and cease to see,
windfall, rainfall, nightfall,
and things we hear – the sound of words,
rhythm of talk, of footfall

Nothing falls alone,
and everything is met
in the unknown place of falling
where no one can see it –
the story drops from view
but hasn’t ended,
the needs of each one there
tenderly tended.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2020

Supreme Wisdom

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Supreme wisdom bubbles with mirth.
There’s nothing ponderous about it.
It takes the measure of every living thing,
and nothing is found wanting.
Every being is so delightful,
so spot on perfect, so ingenious
in how it’s made, supreme wisdom
can’t help but laugh
in sheer appreciation

In my quest for wisdom, let me feel
the lightness of the light –
light-hearted and heart-lighted,
a gravitas with an enduring twinkle,
and space for everyone,
and time to see them.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2020

Rethink

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It’s not too late to turn around –
the voice that says you’ve come too far
along this path, you’ve made your choice,
there is no turning back –
that voice is not your own,
and it’s not true

It’s not too late to change your mind,
change it completely, change the way it thinks –
you are not bound to have the same reactions,
however many times
you have before

It’s not too late,
for you are just beginning, really.
We all are very young, very new
at this art of being –
we have eternity in which to learn.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2020

Report at the Equinox

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Blackbirds are back,
Crickets are still here,
The ferns are still green
but they seem more subdued,
sitting, perhaps, a bit lower

Needles drop from firs
from time to time,
Some maples are starting
to show fall colors,
Smoke came through
but now has mostly lifted –
there’s blue between the white clouds
in the upper sky

This moment’s pause in wind
portends that it may rain soon,
My skin is gritty
from airborne dirt and ash,
The work awaiting us is bountiful –
All in all, it feels good to be back.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2020

Time Off

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Somehow we needed to take a pause
from the colors of duty
which are the colors of
everything we see in our day,
the chores to do, 
the work to prepare for,
and encamp within the colors
of other worlds — of fantasy,
of music, of time off
from our trajectory,
to drift in the colors 
of movies, and shows,
and the sense that
if we don’t leave tomorrow
we’ll still arrive.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2020


Wait

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I’m here to work out
the problem of waiting,
something like being sure
I’m at the right stop,
or more that I’m scanning
along the right vector

The reign of truth
doesn’t unfurl down the lines of time,
where cause-effect links
are an illusion

What I wait for
has always been here —
it’s my intense intent
to see it present.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2020


Waiting

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It takes one kind of fortitude
to stand against the flame,
to face disaster, to act decisively

It takes another to endure the smoke,
the dreariness, the waiting,
to find some way to still be active
when there’s nothing you can do

Life goes on anyway,
algae forming in the pond …
leaves turn, dragonflies hover,
berries ripen, and dry out,
their own cycles
absorbing them entirely.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 15, 2020