Some days are better than others,
some parts of days
better than other parts.
Some have highs and lows,
others blips of cogency
with intermittent gaps,
places where things seem
reasonable enough
but in retrospect
it is astounding
what I missed,
what I allowed.
There is no chart for this, however,
no beeping graph to mark the ups and downs —
it is subjective as the very moment
that frames my outlook —
it can change in an instant.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 4, 2016
In our lives,
only good is given —
The darkest shadow
is still just a shadow,
cast by something
so magnificent
we don’t know how to see it
Dark times are here to show
how deep the love
that reaches down to gather us.
We won’t remember them
as anything but light —
jewels of our journey,
guiding our paths.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 3, 2016
Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photos by Julius Friedman
Still looking for the state of mind
where stones will float —
where the amazing heaviness —
the weight of a soul,
the depth of my caring —
will rise up
in the equipollence
of its brilliance,
lighting up itself
and all it shines on,
resting in the presence
of what it is
and the enduring gravity
of its essence.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2016
When I think of the endgame,
my breath catches,
time abandons the illusion
of moving at an orderly pace.
I wonder how my thought affects it,
if it will stop entirely
if I wait too hard
Is this like a waterfall
where the acceleration
is beyond my doing
and I will be swept along
regardless of my efforts?
Or is it like a long field
that I must walk,
and I will only get there
step by step,
no faster than the movement I initiate?
I don’t know. Some days
it feels like both at once.
My heart curls
toward a new beginning.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 1, 2016
I leave you
in the hands of Love,
I trust Love’s knowing of you
to be the one most satisfying thing
I can imagine for you
I leave you
in the hands of Truth, knowing
there is no other source
of what you are,
and it establishes you
in dimensions I can’t even start
to fathom
Life holds you
in the comprehensive grace
that marks each one of its creations,
I leave you
knowing
you are never left alone.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2016
Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photo by Josh Liebowitz
It is enough
if each day
you walk a few steps
companioned
by holy light, if your eyes
bask in the presence
of elemental being,
its truth settling you
in your quiet center.
There’s no need to rush about
or push yourself to do so —
simply being here
is enough.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2016
porcelain
Ah, heat! The fire teaches us
it is the release
of all that we have gathered
that warms us, and warms others
In the provision
of what the fire requires,
I recognize my corresponding needs:
enough air and enough proximity
to hold the heat within the burning core
The satisfaction
of the steady flame
responding to my nudging
lends a glow to heart,
hearth, earth, home.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 28, 2016
Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photo by Gary Mirando
Don’t be afraid —
There is no journey you can take,
no long night you can go through
where you will be abandoned
in the middle
In your tiredest moment,
at the coldest hour,
in the bleakest outlook,
the most untoward turn,
hear your heart:
it doesn’t beat alone.
It pulses in response
to the eternal pulse of being,
indicating, thus, its steady presence
You will come through,
but you may feel at peace
before you’re even done,
for in each step
you are attended by the One.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2016
Across the street,
I see an upper window,
across the day a light,
a leap of concord,
a resonance of consciousness,
a sense of presence,
signal of life, though no one can be seen
Within each dwelling, everywhere I look,
I feel the power,
for any one of us can transform everything.
The calm insistence on the truth
of our infinity
blows out the whole illusion
of our chains.
I see you, indeed I see you!
The great wakening is here
and we will move, astonished,
from the cruel story
into the clear.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2016
Don’t be overwhelmed
by the size of the lie,
how comprehensive it has been,
how many generations
it has taken in
Far more impressive
is the size of truth,
and its solidity, and its
dependability,
and the fact that,
right now, it is establishing itself
and we are seeing
the lie falling away,
all of it —
It all must go,
and its purported consequences
can leave no mark
on the grand display of being,
never bring one light
down from the sky.
©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2016