Author Archives: Wendy

A Place for You

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There is a place for you,
a gentle, easy place,
a place with no relation
to what or where you’ve been

There is a place where
you won’t even remember
what it was to worry,
what it was to wait to be accepted

All you thought you wanted
falls like sticks before a flood,
before the welling up
of your true unleashed desire

You can breathe it
and also drink it
and it takes you down
to the place that you’ve been longing for,
the place that has so long awaited you.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2018

Boundless Coziness

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Sit with me
in the quiet circle of home,
let the outside drizzle
accentuate the warmth within

Join me virtually
if not in person,
for we all need
to feel companioned

And we all need
to feel the final welcome
that profoundly celebrates
how we are treasured,
the endless scope of where we are essential,
the boundless coziness of where we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2018

Into the Allness

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Well, peace was one thing that I asked for,
and any one of those infinities would do —
peace, joy, belovedness,
unfolding in a holy purpose —
any of those, glimpsed here, and really grasped
delivers those who hold it to the Allness

But I confess, I didn’t get there that way.
The door I went through was grief, was storm,
and it wasn’t me holding on to anything,
it was something so much vaster holding me

So I was delivered
into the Allness
where all those infinities are fully given,
where they comprise the fiber of our being
with which Love weaves us
day by day by day.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2018

Childhood Longings

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I called it a desire for magic,
and so it was — a thirst, a sense of
something missing, something
remembered from another world

You could call it an example
of how we are impelled
to plumb the depths of ourselves,
to find our power, our alignment,
to bring into our days
the essence of our nature,
just like any being,
just like any seed.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2018

Reprieve

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The deeply welcome smell of rain,
the fine mist bringing the smoke down,
a heartfelt breathing of relief
inhaled together by the whole town

We breathe in gratitude,
it feels so easy
to find it, and our brightness
when the air is clear —
for now it’s plenty
to keep us happy,
to catch the vision of our peace
and hold it here.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2018

Elemental

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And if I am released
from the story of myself,
from its hopes and conflicts,
from its worries and pains

If I am willing, rather,
to find myself elemental —
swelling like magma behind the impulse,
comprised of the joy of the growing edge

Can I then cross over
into timelessness and wonder?
into selflessness and understanding,
into living as lens and mirror
to all that shines?

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2018

Smoke in Seattle

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We became subdued
as sun through smoke,
our motions neither radiant nor bright,
we found ourselves waiting
for rain, for wind, for night
but there was nothing, no change in sight

I didn’t want to see the trees die,
I didn’t want us to be cooked, slowly or rapidly,
I still believe
that this is all a story
and we will close the book and walk away.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2018

Here and Hereafter

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You’re looking for connection
in a cosmic sense,
like a lost lover in a story,
a lost father actually,
seeking his daughter
across oceans, across skies

It’s archetypal
and it opens up the portals
into other worlds —
your longing has already
crossed the bridge
so you can’t live easy here

Can’t confine yourself,
have to accept that you’ve expanded,
have to learn to move and feel
in the world where she is,
must be reunited
in the larger sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2018

One Man

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One man knows he is loved —
how does that make him feel
as he walks on the gravel road
or the sun-touched banks of the river?

One man knows he is loved —
what difference can that make?
— All the difference to him
as he walks the paths of his life

How can he know he is loved?
That is the ponderous question,
but what’s clear is that, once he knows it,
the world rests serene in his hand.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2018

Unmovable Nobility

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So much more moves
than these cars with their drivers,
these people sitting and talking,
these talking and walking

Each one moves a world —
all that orbits their center,
pulling huge swaths of perception
in their parallax.
Each brings the weight
of unmovable nobility
that stays with them
wherever they go

Each is holy, and underneath
whatever occupies the surface,
whatever ripples ruffle up their minds,
each embodies the depths of oceans
and must be seen that way
to be defined.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2018