Fear not, little one,
Here is a truth you can curl up in:
Everyone has a place, everyone.
Goodness is the quality we all share,
the fact of life,
the guarantee of being.
There has never been
one chair missing
in the place where dignity is served.
No one is left out,
so you can be sure
there’s room for you.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2015
Each day requires me to go deeper.
Yesterday’s enlightenment
is today’s false floor.
I must not be fooled.
No glibness is allowed,
no easy skip
down the path that yesterday discovered.
There is always
something to surrender,
some way to sink anew
into enveloping oneness.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2015
We do the little things,
clean sheets on beds,
lunch and dinner,
smiles like small fires
providing warmth
We wait on grace,
we keep the faith
and days yield their gifts —
shifts of light and color,
settling of thought,
and the sweet flow of everything
along the quiet lines
to their source.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2015
Sucked or stumbling
through the gate,
it takes a while to notice
the steady wind
and how our feet were made
to walk upon it
Our stature fills
and we stride across the landscape,
our footsteps establishing
primal order, our hands
putting everything right
We have been here
longer than we could have dreamed.
We will continue this stride
clothed in potent currents,
sure in our steps,
knowing each truth
just as we need to know it,
on our eternal rounds.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2015
My tears are
dark clouds at the end of a storm,
scudding over wind-tossed hills,
the scent of firs carried through the hollows
They call forth wolves, who take up the howl
one after another,
their sweet throats lifting toward the sky
They summon the answering rivers,
rumbling swiftly across the earth,
the encompassing tides, flooding and ebbing
They find their place
in the cushioned atmosphere
in which the entire earth’s comprehensive rush
is one.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2015
There is no place
on the shore of Love
for fear or time.
They disappear
like footprints on wet sand
(bright gleaming hollows
mark their departure)
There is no time of fear,
there is no fear of time,
for neither one has relevance.
There is no weight on the hours
and no waiting for hours —
Each of Life’s moments
answers for itself,
singular, sublime,
packed with blessing
in the unfolding seasons
of Love’s adventure.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2015
I will not try
to rearrange the water,
I will not fear
your form can falter.
I will look to your source —
the ever-flowing power
that forms you as a standing wave,
embodying its essence,
expressing the joyful surge
of all being,
undisturbable
in the pulsating grace
of your shape.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2015
Here at the very bottom
I begin to detect
the function of tears —
They are our call for reconnection,
to feel again the waves
that flow through our lives,
to be borne up, to be carried,
to let go of trying to know anything,
wash away our failed attempts
to make things work,
get us to the place where all our heaving ends
and we can feel
the still and gentle Allness
embrace us once again.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2015
There is no word
for the vastness of this Love.
It encompasses
so many oceans of tears,
it melts
every shard of broken, wounded fears,
It sweeps up everything
whose individual outcome
seemed to matter so much,
it holds them softly,
makes each a gem,
a light-refracting prism
of more brilliance
than they knew to hope for,
Sets all of us
on our sure and glorious course,
smoothes us together,
releases us
into the bright waterfall
where we sing our days,
still held, still safe,
still wrapped in rapture,
whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2015
My sweet family-maker,
you bring us together once again.
Deeper than faith, this essence of you
makes us rise in the living of love
The demand of this purpose
shines through each hardened thought,
each tight-lodged obstacle,
clears away everything but the true light,
our calling, our unique blessing,
the role we play in raising up each other,
our certainty
of why we are here.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2015