The Truth shall make you free

Truth won’t let you settle
for a paradigm that sells your soul.
Though you may plead and pray
for what you feel would be
the easy way
(just once to be allowed 
to beat the odds,
to be the one who comes out
on the top)
you will not get it.

Truth delivers you
from the whole paradigm 
of win and lose
of being some unworthy one
Lucky today, but waiting
for inevitable failure —
Don’t despair:
You can let go of all that pain

Truth does have its demand:
You need to know it
Need to let yourself be weaned
from all the lies about your being
Then Truth delivers you
into its essence, where you rise transcendent
Free and whole, divine, beloved, resplendent.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2012


Healing

It’s good to notice this
It’s good to remember
It’s good to look back in awe
and consider
how this has happened

From fractured trusts
and disappointed hopes
and the attempts to shore them up
by shoving them in boxes
and constricting them, 
depriving them of light

To a calm dawn
of endless possibility
A strong bond
An infinite security
An opening of something so grand
So boundless in its purity
We can’t begin to fathom what it is

Since it happened here
it can happen again
in every sphere
for everyone

The seamless, perfect pattern of our lives
can be revealed
And everything we held as hurt or broken
can be healed
And every promise of sustaining goodness
can come forth
in its effortless unfolding
And be our lives.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2012 

River Song















I’ll keep the refrain of the song of the river

           Its rumble and shout as it courses along
   Caressing the rock into smooth, graceful contours
                   High leaping arcs as it thunders on down

             The roil and the roll and the coming together
       Frothy rejoining of channels
Soft curling curve of the eddies returning
      Sloshing back over the rocks

              See how it takes me
                    It captures and fascinates
                            I could behold it forever
            Much later, memory takes it to illustrate
Life-thrumming rhythms within

And I find myself feeling
         we’ve come through a waterfall
             Free falling, crashing, and tumbling out
                  Joy of abandon, then jolt of the reckoning
                         Sinking and wondering:
                              Where are we now?

               Deep in the pool, in the calm underneath
           we remember
       Water is one, and we’ve never been lost or alone
We fall with the force from the source to the ocean
        Far-flung but always at home

     So we rise, so we roll, so we merge
           In the pulsing repeat of the song
      So, smoothly, our courses converge
 In what we have been all along.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2012



The key

This could be
the key to the whole world
More than that —
This could be
the key to the whole whorl,
the whole whirl —
the whole moving
whooshing
harmonic of being —
to flying, to riffing
to breathing, to seeing

The key to the infinite joy
which the teachings
have tried to lay out all along
So what was too high to aspire to —
impossible —
Turns out to be elemental, essential,
that which we simply must be

This is the way we exist in the oneness
The vast fractal matrix for everything, all of us:
Every glory is already here
And our life is now found
as we fling ourselves into it
Finding with joy
Our surrender is met in acceptance
as we’re illumined in multiplication of love

This is the key, 
and to share it, we just have to be it
Daily and constantly
dance this delight, until each one
can feel it and see it.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2012



Waiting for a computer repair at U. Village Mall

Let me invoke the rhythm
that ties us all together
Grasses bending in the breeze
Little birds dipping in and out
All these people walking
alone, and in groups
P’tick of sandals, heel-toe rock of dress shoes
Words and gestures, turns and pauses
Cars creeping through the parking lot
Car doors closing

Let the backbeat in the background
define the orchestration
Let the running water of the fountain
be a unifying patter
Even when we’re not aware of it
We are connected

Though we may feel isolated
by our stories
(who we think we are,
what we think we have to do)
And isolated by the inroads of acceptance
that we haven’t carved
And the separate trajectories
that only randomly have intersected here
Behind our myths and burdens
we are one.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2012


Sunrise

Only Love could solve that problem
And Love has — fully!
We only need to wait to see
what splendid ways
this singular dawn
will rise on our sights
What purples, pinks and oranges —
What luscious shades —
will transfigure these remaining clouds
Will make of them
spectacular offerings
Bright gifts to show us
just how glorious
Love is.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2012


Love’s Flavors

These are flavors of love:
Desire, curiosity, compassion
Whatever leads you,
Whatever lights up nodes of interest,
What you follow,
What tenderly unites each need
with that which meets it,
The tears wherewith you nourish
some secret yearning,
And the rushing, billowing joy
that lifts you up
and sends you flying down your path


So many flavors!  
Enough that love
can paint the whole canvas of life
All the textures, all the colors
All the shapes and sizes, all the speeds
Love has enough — 
no other substance is required
to make the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2012


Witnessing You

No, I won’t believe
the lies of pain
the lies of isolation
Your breath comes rushing in
again and again
and each return of it
is a coursing of life, of joy,
of power, of perfection
Each step you take a miracle
of balance and coordination
smooth flowing of the genius
of creation

I won’t believe
in any gaps in my perception
any failure to see
the deep completeness 
that comprises you
Your full connection
to your love
your painless, strong, exultant wholeness
that testifies to ever-present goodness
revealed amazingly
to each of us today.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2012


Summer Evening

Clouds on pilgrimage
seeking the convocation of thunderstorm
drift entranced
kissed in soft pink light
calling forth divinity of sky

They let the current take them
slow and meaningful
toward their unseen goal
Sculpted pink on luminescent blue
transitions into grey on lighter grey
and on into white
against the deepened dark.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2012



Yes! Let’s!

Let’s fill up this room 
with enough of that stuff
that doesn’t need words
to be expressed
So no one can miss it
and everyone here
can drink it up
and be blessed

Let’s fill up these hearts
with enough of this love
that everyone knows how to give it
So nothing they think
that they haven’t yet earned
can render them helpless
to live it

So they can’t go outside of the peace
Since they carry it safely within
So when they go home
they will still feel at one
and continue to multiply bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2012