Author Archives: Wendy

Release

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I release you
from parental fears,
from all those ties, so warm,
so fierce, so intertwined,
so precious,
initiating me to love
in such intense dimensions

I release me
from parental fears
that wound themselves
so tightly with my love,
I couldn’t tell the difference.
They were never really mine
and never did define my love.

Where fear would bring us down,
our love is lifting —
Your love for me is free and pure,
and so is mine for you —
In this place we’ll always meet each other,
In this place our love can soar.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2015

Plaided

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lone mushroom

The needs of the day
lap over each other,
motion blending into motion,
a plaiding of perception,
interrupted longitude of thought —
shortness of reflection
coming to feel like shortness of breath

I take myself away
where other things
can think for me —
tree in brilliant red surrender,
hands to the sky,
pigeons making life where they are,
on urban concrete and grass,
nudging each other into waves of movement.
Lone mushroom still signaling
its ownership of everything beneath —

These meanings can seep
into deep stretches
for my mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2015

Room

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autumn elm

Fear not, little one,
Here is a truth you can curl up in:
Everyone has a place, everyone.
Goodness is the quality we all share,
the fact of life,
the guarantee of being.

There has never been
one chair missing
in the place where dignity is served.
No one is left out,
so you can be sure
there’s room for you.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2015

Keeping Faith

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fall vines

We do the little things,
clean sheets on beds,
lunch and dinner,
smiles like small fires
providing warmth

We wait on grace,
we keep the faith
and days yield their gifts —
shifts of light and color,
settling of thought,
and the sweet flow of everything
along the quiet lines
to their source.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2015

The Gate

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gate

Sucked or stumbling
through the gate,
it takes a while to notice
the steady wind
and how our feet were made
to walk upon it

Our stature fills
and we stride across the landscape,
our footsteps establishing
primal order, our hands
putting everything right

We have been here
longer than we could have dreamed.
We will continue this stride
clothed in potent currents,
sure in our steps,
knowing each truth
just as we need to know it,
on our eternal rounds.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2015

My Tears

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rainy Marcola

My tears are
dark clouds at the end of a storm,
scudding over wind-tossed hills,
the scent of firs carried through the hollows

They call forth wolves, who take up the howl
one after another,
their sweet throats lifting toward the sky

They summon the answering rivers,
rumbling swiftly across the earth,
the encompassing tides, flooding and ebbing

They find their place
in the cushioned atmosphere
in which the entire earth’s comprehensive rush
is one.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2015

Divine Adventure

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Bandon sheen

There is no place
on the shore of Love
for fear or time.
They disappear
like footprints on wet sand
(bright gleaming hollows
mark their departure)

There is no time of fear,
there is no fear of time,
for neither one has relevance.
There is no weight on the hours
and no waiting for hours —
Each of Life’s moments
answers for itself,
singular, sublime,
packed with blessing
in the unfolding seasons
of Love’s adventure.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2015

The Function of Tears

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function of tears

Here at the very bottom
I begin to detect
the function of tears —
They are our call for reconnection,
to feel again the waves
that flow through our lives,
to be borne up, to be carried,
to let go of trying to know anything,
wash away our failed attempts
to make things work,
get us to the place where all our heaving ends
and we can feel
the still and gentle Allness
embrace us once again.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2015