Author Archives: Wendy

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In this damp afternoon
you long for home,
and it seems so far away —
removed in space
or else in time

And the memory
(or is it imagination?)
of walking into a place
and feeling you can relax
since you belong here,
since you are loved,
is as palpable as thirst

It can feel like
we don’t understand
our place in time, in this time,
with these currents of culture
so profoundly disconnected

The big trees that thrive here,
trunks heavy and mossy,
leaves fluttering, turning,
have their own sense of time and place
that we could take shelter in
if we knew how.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2018

Building

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With rain comes rest
and pleasure at work well done,
and the realization
that it’s been a long, hard grind
and we are just beginning. It’s not clear
how long it will take
till the tiredness lifts
or if we can afford to let it
before we dive back in again

Meanwhile, on another plane
(as fall rolls in, all drama and color)
unfolds a sprout of inner knowing,
small leaves hardly hinting at
the vastness of the world
its presence indicates exists.
It is an invitation
to pause here and consider
what we are really building
and where it really stands.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2018

There is a Calm

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There is a calm
that stands against the flurry
of all the thoughts about what must be done,
there is a current underneath the worry —
it bears you down in silent swiftness
all along your truth —
a stream to drink from
and fill with gracious power,
a stream to cleanse away
the images of lack,
there is a calm
that you can find and hold inside you
as you go out
and come, triumphant, back.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2018

Illusions

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On the train again —
rolling motion, light and landscape,
fast change of parallax
lulling and nourishing

I take in
the illusion of movement
and the fact of stillness,
of being always here
riding along in the illusion of time
where neither past nor future
has any say in the unfolding
of the gifts of now.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2018

Hatching

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IMG_6390.jpgMeet me here
at the end of the dream,
at the beginning of our timelessness

What we are
on the outside of the egg
will be enough
that we won’t miss
what we have left behind

And if we notice we have drifted
back into the dream,
we can awake again,
reclaim the light that burst in
through the cracks

We will not mourn our missing footprints
when we find that we can live here,
won’t desire to squeeze back in
now we can fly.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2018

photo by Heather Mulhern

In Fact

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It doesn’t matter what you look like,
it doesn’t matter what you’ve done,
it doesn’t matter what you’ve failed to do

Where did you think your desires came from, anyway?

The bottom drops out
of all your suppositions
and all your tallies are lost
and that’s OK. They never, after all,
had any meaning

Where do you think your desire comes from, anyway?

There is a key
in the very hum of it —
Where does that come from?
— a miracle, isn’t it?
You can’t account for it in any way
except the one in which your place here
is totally assured,
your presence celebrated,
your essence crowned.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2018

photo by Heather Mulhern

Travail

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Every moment is a woman in travail
pregnant with its holy purpose,
every moment can bring forth
bright acclamation of abundant goodness

Though on the edge, the lie may lurk,
ready to snatch, to scorn, to judge,
ready to spin the story into something selfish, vile,
it cannot win.

Each child is caught up to God.
Each impulse of Life is pure
and must be seen that way.
The kingdom is at hand
to catch them up with joy,
to shelter them and celebrate their being,
each moment is delivered into Truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2018

photo by Heather Mulhern

Fruit

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Two crows fly in tandem
like double vision
till their landing,
geese speak like hinges creaking,
and run when chased,
reluctant to take flight

I wrap my mind around the whole day —
there may be tricks of light
but reality rests in every plane,
on every surface,
heavy like ripe fruit
ready to drop to my touch,
ready to be tasted.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2018

For Ethan

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(with all best wishes)

If all of this is energy
and all of it is interactive,
then everything from that leaf
to this train, to the flickers of lights
between eyes
can span together
(cat’s cradles in the mind, new geometries
from interlaced connections)

And you can’t really call it risk
to put your all
into what calls you,
put your hand on the core of
what will draw from you
the spark of increase

Splendid views flash
between the cars of passing trains
and we are all on an adventure,
we are all going deeper
into the heart of awakening.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2018