The Vision

The way of being that I so desire
may not be all that far from where we are
—A state to reach, not waiting
but by steady practice:
the art of seeing underneath facade
to what the fact is,
seeing beyond persona to the realm of Soul
where we can know ourselves
and see each other whole

And when our countenance —
the way we feel inside —
gives up its clenched up fears
and opens wide
We’ll find ourselves
with no resentment, no complaint
No stultifying inhibition, no constraint
No more defined by blindnesses and failings
Or by the things we wish to leave behind
But by the moving edge where we are sailing
Along the wide expansion of the mind

It is a coming that cannot depend on death
but on the present power
of every breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2012

Serenity

This morning when the 5:30 alarm blared,
Wrung from sleep, I noticed
that the Lord’s Prayer
was singing in my mind
And it remained there
left over from my dream
And it continued
its words and melody into my day
So I considered
How do I let myself be so centered
that every breath of Spirit moves me?
How does my agenda stay 
on how the law of Truth can use me?
— I held it dear, this clear intention
let it sift and order each dimension
let the songs, kaleidoscopic, overlap
let my memory keep coming back
to that keynote: to only seek to serve.
— thus coming into evening in serenity
savoring this small taste
of eternity.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2012



Inner Lights

These lights shine independent
of our hooded fears,
our darting doubts
that cover them like wind-whipped cloaks
to make them seem to blink and waver
or our yearning plea that they be validated
as if to make them shine they must be seen

These lights we fight for,
strive, with all our rough-made tools
to protect
and strive, through strict regimes
to make more bright
Shine on their own.

Nothing we can do can stop their shining
Nothing we can do makes them appear
But still their beacon calls across the night
Their signal constant, radiant and clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2012





Salvation

“And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes” 

As the devourer chomps
more and more bites
from our collective day
And there are ever fewer places
its great maw has not marred
And as we see the things we hoped for swallowed —
their pieces spit back on the putrid heap —
And feel the seemingly inexorable churning
of sacrificial goods conveyed to feed the beast
What can deliver us?

What can deliver us?
Not only from the looming shadow —
swift encroaching hopelessness, despair —
But also from the soporific tendency
to sink in hooded apathy
or hide in empty revelry
To close our eyes as if we didn’t care. . .

Truth can deliver us
The truth of each one’s heart’s desire
must reaffirm its presence
The law of motivations
must ascend in every life
Till all that is perverted falls
and only what is true remains.

“Then will I also confess unto thee 
that thine own right hand can save thee.”
— And each yearning heart
that answers its own call
will help to realign our lives
and save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2012



Day’s End














Quiet evening closes in
Light gathers into lamplit circles
Sky outside exudes its final magic
Trees recede serenely into shadows

All the ranging efforts of the day return
Pool their energy into the center
Strong internal processors now softly burn
assimilating what the day has meant

Each time of holding up the light 
has played its part
Each act of empathy 
imprinted in your heart
will bring its fruits 
in surer shining of the truth
to satisfy your soul and bring rebirth
and serve as affirmation of your worth.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2012


Infinite Permission

The One who made you
never said
Only take a little love
a polite small serving
(being sure to leave plenty
for everyone else)

The One who made you 
never said
Just show a little of yourself
not enough so anyone has to notice
(don’t be a spectacle)

The One who made you
gives you infinite permission
to take all the love
you possibly can
(for in taking love, you multiply it)

The One who made you 
gives you infinite permission
to shine forth everything you are
(for otherwise,
Why would you have been made?)

©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2012



In this house of prayer



In this house of prayer
that is me —
everything I am —
With daily intermittent bursts
I find
the freedom from all other law

No weight of history
no drag of social norms
no march of time
no fear, no fading sense
no falling off of purpose
no decay
can touch the being
I am learning here

Surrendered to the dawn of the divine
my every move impelled
by that which constantly
surprises me
I find its grace, its elegance
so intricate, so fine
unfolds my joy to feel
the Soul-force that comprises me

In this house of prayer
I learn to move in love
to see that this is what I am
and all I live to prove.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2012


(background music: Isaac Shepard, “Fleeting Moments”)

Everyday Miracles

 (Inspired by Leo’s words)














The miracle is what we do together
It’s not required that you or I
should raise the dead
For now it’s plenty
that we be alive
And that we each
bring our small gift
and see it multiplied
by all the others who have done the same

The miracle is what we do together
It’s not required that you or I 
should light the world
But that we each conduct
that bright electric spark
that holds our hands enclasped
while the current
the one that lights our every cell with life
flows through us and illuminates the whole

The miracle is what we do together
It’s how we feel to have our thread of song
caught up in harmony and echoed through each other
in that great chord to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2012


(background music: Isaac Shepard “back to basics”)

Mystica Lodge — Renewal of Soles

It was a place
for the renewing of my soles
where all the textures offered
to bare feet
nourished them
sent them remembering
their primal, holy walk
over the land,
the way they are receptors
of earth’s essential messages
They reveled in the contact
They tingled
with the joy of connection
They sent
reports of soundness
bounding up into my soul
Soul and soles rejoiced together
feeling whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 31, 2012



Wishing

The power of a simple wish
If left in peace to germinate
Will gather secret energies
Push through the surface
And create
As perfect as a tender leaf emerging
The image that impelled the wish’s urging
You wished for home —
That place we all desire —
Not that we travel all those miles and hours
But that right here, with no need to acquire
You feel home’s deep rejuvenating power
And so it was, a few turns down the road
A sign we followed, mostly just to see
Where every token that, for you, said home
Was waiting there in breathless harmony
And not that place alone, but others since:
Each time we let the wish unfold in peace,
It shows its graceful power to evince
surprising bounty
in the meeting of our needs
Such gifts await us!
Such satisfaction we may know
By cherishing the wish
Then letting go.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2012

(background music:  Isaac Shepard, “Let Me Sleep”)