It’s so easy, on this wide land,
to see the Allness
and the presence of desire and joy
that rises up to meet it,
sustained in its acceptance,
the full enfolding of embrace
that sees, and so defines
each entity that basks in its all-presence
It’s so easy, then,
to feel the Allness –
Spirit filling me like breath,
like wings, bearing my heart
up into the blue, where it unites
with everything alive.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2020
The summer winds heat up, crossing the fields,
but here among the firs, they find some coolness
and I find respite from the baking afternoon
Of the many kinds of nourishment,
this one of taking a loved book
and going somewhere else entirely
with my mind, with my attention,
feels like the one I need today
I will want more of this –
more, perhaps, than I will choose
to think I am allowed –
For now, though, I will take it
and escape.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2020
The calculus of infinity
reveals the scope of blessing
prepared for you and me
right here, right now
No relativity of merit,
no struggle to be worthy,
no need to earn, no need
to learn the way to make things better
No need to even calculate
if it was you or I
Who occasioned the smooth running
of communication, whose wisdom
brought the harmony we feel
This presence of the infinite
determines everything, occasions
the overflow of bliss, of brightness,
that we hardly dare to hope for
but which always has been ours –
the largess of infinity
right here, right now.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2020
It’s easy enough
in the sun and the wind
and the all too rare
time of conversation
to have my head filled up with nothing
as I dump grass seeds out of my boots
and pick them out of my socks
Its easy enough
to let the rhythm of the day
and the chirps and dramas of turkeys
and the quiet fact of friendship
have the last word.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2020
The trees hold this most gracious web
against the heat,
limbs clasped above to shelter, sacred,
the hallowed shade
When we enter, the holiness
is already there,
like it was waiting for us.
Or maybe we complete the arc
when we receive their peace.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2020
Time turns back and laughs
at how it has tricked me,
saying I had to wait,
had to wait for my time,
and then informing me
that I’m too late –
I’ve missed it, I’ve missed out –
all my time of waiting
was the time I could be doing,
could have availed myself
of all those promises
I sat around and waited for
But I will laugh at time,
for it has never owned me –
my life unfolds in a whole different sphere –
I never was too early, but it’s also not too late –
I live in the infinity of here.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2020
This is not about something having been wrong.
That topic would have me groping along the bars
assessing their materials and strength,
considering if they have a weak point
This is about the rightness
that has always been here, this is about
the light that can neither be obscured
nor confined. This is about
you here now. As you have always been
Lit up by grace, sliding through the illusions
untouched by them, free as a sunbeam,
establishing your own rhythm,
unfurling your own bright blooms.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2020
The day grows late,
the shadows longer,
much I attended to
has passed away,
old goals abandoned,
and former hunger
is just an echo,
a line erased
Yet new fires burn,
new lights are kindled –
I look out from my eyes
and feel brand new,
for as I turn
from earth to Spirit,
a veil is lifted
from my view
There’s still a long road
stretched out before me,
unending need
for me to pray –
the thought that I may
do good to someone
sustains my hope
and points my way.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2020
Follow this brightness
back to its source,
see if you can fathom
what could bring it forth
morning by morning,
day after day
The magnitude of it, for one thing,
and the fineness of its resolution,
and the way we are given our place here,
in wonder and awe,
and illumined the same.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2020
A thought flows through itself,
turns inside out,
becomes something else,
like the swoop of a swallow
banking on the wind,
delivering the long sought,
dearly tasted
(in pre-birth memory)
freedom
that can only be defined
in this fluidity –
not in options for future actions
but in the essence which,
like water,
is innately unconfined.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2020