Don’t be afraid
that you might lose
the bars of colored light
that bend so generous
through leaded glass
and now adorn your walls —
bright gems to cheer your day
Don’t be afraid
for cheer comes through
in countless forms —
through mystic fog, in birdsong,
in all the kindness
that can fill your thoughts
The color bars
are just a token —
they convey a message
but what renders them enchanting
lies within.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2015
As we roll down the landscape
like wind-riding clouds
exulting in our stretching
and our shifting
and our effortless progression
through the expansive blue
There’s no need to remember
the shells we left behind —
how rigid they were, and how fragile,
and how essential we somehow
thought they were
No need to consider going back,
for everything we ever were is here —
our substance and our power,
now finally liberated
can take their place
in heaven’s sphere.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2015
What’s required here
is to not be distracted —
The same old hand waves,
of course, will be employed,
and the frantic flashings
of threatened loss
if things should go a certain way.
You’re right to be on edge, we’re told —
The stakes are high
But none of this is true.
The only thing required
is to maintain the steady focus
of what puts us here, of what
maintains our being
The only thing required
is to be quite sure
of our inheritance —
the substance that outweighs the world.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 24, 2015
The devil says,
Here’s some nice good for you —
Where do you want me to put
the bad stuff?
You could put in on those other people,
call them enemies,
or put it in events and call it fate,
I can hide it deep inside you
where you’ll mostly never see it,
you can take it with you everywhere you go
Or I can let you pull it out and wear it like a badge,
proud that you’re not hiding anything
Then tell the devil:
No, I’m not signing.
My good is mine already
and it doesn’t need your seal,
It doesn’t need the bad you offer
to contain it or define it,
doesn’t need to be legitimized by you
You tell the devil no —
There is no place
in the grand sphere of all my being
for your lies.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2015
There is a place for you,
an ever present opening
in the dynamic slipstream
of the now
There is a way for you to enter
and be fully integrated
in the endless flow
of life supporting life
There is a welcoming
whose chords touch every harp string
of your being, sending the chiming
of your life song
rolling out and out along the hills
There is a need for you,
and where you are
the need is met.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 22, 2015
Here I am again
considering infinity
and the swift intake of breath
that meets the deep cold plunge
of surrender
Here I am
releasing my impressions and opinions
and the sense of things
I held so hard as true
Here I am falling
into the sky
where the searing immensity
of what can be healed
shimmers all around.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2015
I will pay quickly
I will end my connection
and walk away
I will not be involved
anymore
I have paid dearly
for my blindness, for my
neglect to heed the subtle signs
But the price, perhaps,
is not that bad
Perhaps in this failure to find trust
I have learned to place it
on sounder ground —
Perhaps in this severance
of dubious dependence
I build a firmer trust
within myself.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 19, 2015
Stand still, for you won’t need
to fight in this battle. Not this one.
For your perception
will be lifted up. And none of the triggers
will even register
You will see that your work is
to stand clear in the Allness —
the comprehensive Love that buffers
each collision course with kindness,
makes each intersection blessed,
each impact blessing
You won’t need to fight in this battle.
Stand still, and let your view expand
until you see the circle’s sweet return,
until you hold the whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2015
It may seem chaotic
but there is one force pulling us all
And the intelligence
with which we’re all connected
can accommodate
every single need
This grand dance goes on
in every scale of size —
within the galaxies of molecules
and in the tensile tug of stars
And we can feel it
in the way we slide together
and the kinetic transfer
of exhilaration
We can feel it in the stillness
where the interlocking circles
find perfect balance
all along the endless chain of life.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 17, 2015
Just as a certain breath
brings forth a flute’s sweet tone,
a certain stroke
the crystal bowl’s hum,
just as a harmony locks in
to where it thrills you to the bone,
When you find home
you’ll know.
©Wendy Mulhern
February 16, 2015