Author Archives: Wendy

Strategies

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I consider that each of us
knows what to do,
needs but the silence
of not being told,
needs but the trust
that when given the agency
we will acquit ourselves well

I think of the impulse
of tit for tat,
how it seems so hard
to remember
that only in choosing
to not bat back
have we any real chance
for release

And so I invite us to pause,
just let go of the need to do anything,
and welcome the touch of the centering stillness
that brings us together again.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 11, 2019

Conflict Absolution

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The answer will come
at right angles to the conflict,
it will not take sides,
it will startle all sides to silence

There is a way out
of what seems most intractable —
it is the knowing
that we aren’t caused by one another
and that our cause will speak within,
to each of us,
and lift us up and show us how to go.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2019

In the sun and the wind

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After the rolling rhythm of riding,
before my biped gait,
I will bask in the ponderous rhythm of ocean,
the unhurried fall,
the patient wait

I can rest in this,
the time it takes for the flood of the wave,
its choreographed return,
meeting the next wave,
ducking down in,
the pattern repeating
far down the beach

Swallows, too, and gulls,
add their rhythm,
here in the sun and the wind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2019

Walk in power

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Walk in power
for your movement comes
from a force within,
a source that’s infinite

Just like song pours out of birds,
and last night, music flowed as sweetly
from all of those who chose to share,
like dance comes up from music
needing no rehearsal,
you step forth

Your frame does not create your gait,
it only follows —
the poise, the grace, the rhythm
are in Mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2019

Color

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Dip your toe in color,
let the sensation spread
through your feet and up —
nothing stops the flood of light

No suction is required, no raking,
rubbing or coercing the color in —
it reaches your head and fingertips
in an instant,
you can feel its hum,
you can taste the pinks and purples
on your tongue

You can’t just walk away,
picture snapped —
you have been changed.
You’ll feel it in your steps
throughout the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 5, 2019

Your Goodness

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The fact of your goodness
is not in question. It is the frame of it,
the why, I seek to point out.

It is the size of it, the scope,
the way your light holds true and shining
against the backdrop of infinity

It never was defined
by what you’re not,
what you’ve abstained from,
or lucked out of,
it’s not from being on the winning side

Your goodness is pure
and so it can define
for you, and maybe others,
how uplifting and illuminating goodness is.
Through this goodness you can know your source —
it quenches thirst and nourishes, the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2019

Cleaning out closets

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You can fill your head with
boxes, with sheets and blankets
pulled from shelves, and musty things
that skulked around for years

You can fill your mind with tasks —
they hum along in orderly succession,
they stretch to fill the whole allotted space,
they are important, and they give
a sense of usefulness, efficiency —
they have a certain paper satisfaction

But where is the poem in all this?
Where are the gaps, the permeable surfaces
to put down roots,
draw up the crosswise meaning?

It’s here, apparently,
though yesterday I couldn’t find it —
after I stopped, I could see it —
the rhythm, the breath of it,
the why.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2019

Harbor Song

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Mystic harbor, grey on grey,
the breath of peace descending,
rainfall, nightfall, come what may,
the buoy clangs unending —
this, too, could be your song

Beyond the thought of what to say
or how the mood is trending,
the quietude can find its way
to meet your heart ascending —
you, too, belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2019