Growing New:
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Three new video clips from my September reading
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Author Archives: Wendy
A Small Thing
The seed of love is such a small thing:
The permission of here and now
the assurance of enough
enough time for you, enough space
enough faith that here
in this generous
gift of the infinite moment
something wonderful is already present
and will unfurl in unimagined splendor
from where you are.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2014
Autumn Night
It’s suddenly the time of year
when the warmth of another
becomes attractive as fire
In the cold night air
The dark glow of you
draws me in. I curl
into the circle of your sleeping heat
Grateful to the bone.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2014
Processes
It’s OK to go down
all the way to the bottom
of your breath
It’s OK to stay there
for awhile
before the impulse
of the next inhale
These things move naturally —
There is a curve for turning
before the breath rises
and another one
up at the top
No need to panic —
You are not crashing
You will not fall too deep
and not be able
to come out
These systems have
their safe processes
They hold you sure and steady
and will turn you faithfully
when you are ready.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2014
Everything
If this is really true
it changes everything
If we can always
in every place
meet our need to love,
find the way to harmonize
with anyone or anything that’s present
If today’s amazing flight
was not a miracle
but just the steady working
of a law that’s always been here,
an embrace around our shoulders
gentle as a swing push,
soaring as the moment of release,
Which synchronizes now
with my experience
because I know it’s true,
It changes everything.
What then, can I say about tomorrow?
— Watch and see.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2014
Certainties
Nothing is less certain
than these constructs
whose markers loom so large
on all our landscapes
as if all meaning were defined
by shopping
Nothing is less certain
than the empire they support
which claims its power
over everything
but has no substance —
nothing true at all
Nothing is more certain
than the hum of life —
its impulse to connect —
and how each contact
multiplies life’s joy
Nothing is more certain
than the fact that life must win
by the simple truth
of being what it is.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2014
In This Wilderness
Right here, in this wilderness
(mile upon mile of suburbs)
is everything that’s needed
(just as in every wilderness)
Among the observed inhabitants
(cars and flickering TV screens)
Are also bright emitters
of love, of thoughtful questing,
able to reap bounty with their care
And if I don’t see them,
if I walk away
in efforts to find something
that will nourish me,
It may be hard for me to find it,
For if I’m blind to what’s already here
Why should I think
I’ll see it somewhere else?
©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2014
Five Powers of Two
celebrating thirty-two years of marriage
1.
The power to see and love,
listen and hear,
to taste and know,
to touch and heal
2.
The power to laugh,
to rethink, to forgive,
release old hurts, set ourselves free
and live
3.
The power to uphold, support,
provide a safe container
and all the needed energy
to feed life’s aspirations
4.
The power to let go
of any plans and preconceptions,
to let each other grow
along our deepest heart-intentions
5.
The power to embrace a love
so big, it holds the world
and our infinity as well,
and all our joy, unfurled.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2014
Self knowledge
The gate has many locks
each a conundrum:
How to be unselfish
yet be affirmed,
How to be disciplined
but not constrained,
How to discern
but not condemn,
To be encouraged
but not inflated
And yet, as I behold the grander view
and as my visage brightens in its glow
The gate resolves to shadow,
I go through
and know myself therein
a little more.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2014
Overcoming
“none might buy or sell, save they that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name”
In this time of
the mark of the beast
we find hope
in the brightening
of simultaneous paths
appearing under our feet
and guiding us in ways
where none of us is marred
by trademarks, brands,
where we can see each other
not as types, but whole,
unique in what propels us
and the arcs of our circles,
unpredicted and surprising
in each moment
of the steady sweet exchange
that fills our souls.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 23, 2014