Author Archives: Wendy

A secret key

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sunflowers any living thing

Every living thing —
any given one —
can be a spark —
They need no pedigree
to qualify

Any light
can lift you from the dark —
you need no name
to call it by

The images of dream may leave their mark,
smudging out the brightness of your day,
may tell you there’s no reason to embark
on what will likely hold
no goodness for you anyway

And when your own ignition
seems completely spent,
your shiny hope beclouded,
your intentions bent,
You needn’t go back under
to see where they went
for any living thing
can bring you out.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2014

Life Water

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life water

We start drinking
life water —
We take it in
with our eyes
and our pores,
We feel light,
We feel strong

We drink truth like water —
Truth that cleanses us
from all the years’ deposits
of calcified projections,
judgement, disapproval,
years of manipulations —
all those vain attempts
to make us be machinery,
polished on the outside,
programed,
silent

We drink life water
and feel the eager
expansion of our minds,
the bright embrace
of our reawakening —
Our breath, our limbs
now so responsive
to what impels us
from within.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2014

Now is the time for love!

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Being One, Being Two coverpicI’m excited to announce the publication of my newest book, Being One, Being Two — love poems. These poems make me happy because they express the quantum leaps in my experience of love that have occurred in the past few years. So I am eager to share them.

Being One, Being Two is actually two collections. Being One shares my experience of love for and in community, and Being Two shares the love in my enduring partnership with my husband.

You can see it on Amazon by clicking on the picture. Or contact me to order a signed copy directly.

 

I look forward to hearing from you, and sharing my new collection of poems!

 

 

 

A Reflection

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It’s not what I look like
but how I see
that makes me shine,
that makes me me

It’s not what I know
but how I hear
that makes my course of action clear

If I go out without a pre-made script,
free of opinions,
I can be equipped
with emptiness that’s able to receive
whatever cries for gathering,
whatever needs
to rest and grow, and to be seen,
and bring its latent gifts
to vibrant being

Not how I see myself
but what I give
will feed my spirit
and make me live.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2014

Gifts of Light

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Light dances in memory —
Images form from ripples
Under closed eyes
Scenes resolve, dissolve

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All the harvest of the day’s sights
jostle and arrange themselves,
parade
brightly down the path
that leads to dream,
weavings of pictures
forming themselves into story,
crafting a narrative
for the ambient sounds

There is joy in this,
Joy in the surfeit of beauty
that springs from each frame
of my eyes —
Everything, all day long,
So rich to look on,
Plenty to pour through my vision,
enchanting me
all through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2014

An Evaluation

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Eventually I noticed,
by the echoes,
that my voice was in a small box,
buffeted by louder competing voices,
coming through in snatches
mostly unheard

I reflect on the absences
that brought me to that place —
the drive, on automatic,
the walking, with a sense
of obligation more than eagerness,
a sense of fatalism,
more than bearing witness to the truth

Yes, I was there,
and my being there was nominally good
(there is a value, after all, in showing up)
But at any time
I could have gone through
the other door in consciousness,
where nothing has been mindless
and the holy purpose
of everything
aligns us
with the present unfolding
of the blessing we each can offer
and each receive.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2014

In the volume of the book it is written of me

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Sacrifices and offering hast thou not required,
but a body hast thou given me

Lo, I come —
Here I am,
delivered, finally
to this purpose
of living love

For which I’ll need
all the ever present angels
to ride with me,
to guide me,
to let me know
in a way that I can feel it
that I am loved,
that I am not alone

But even if I were alone,
this path is too compelling
to abandon —
My strides bear me upward
to new vistas.
I start to remember flying.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2014

Photo by Heather Mulhern

Divine Law

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The divine law
has never sentenced you —
It won’t exact a penalty
of suffering,
It won’t impose a shroud of guilt
or shame,
It never has decreed a world
where you must bow,
a laborer where no one knows your name

The infinite has always celebrated you
in ways no person
can fully comprehend —
Their little glimpses
— the glimpses we call love —
are just a pale reflection

The divine law
has established you
with all your singularity
and all your grace,
Upholds you royal
(just like everyone)
in your exquisite timing,
in your perfect place.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2014

Mind and Love

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The mind set free
turns naturally
to love —
Love’s expansive joy,
love’s boundless curiosity,
love’s keen attention to each fine detail,
each grand connection

The loops that chain the mind
hem love in, too —
The criticism, and the painful weight
of envy and comparison and judging

But they can’t stand
when love expands —
It breaks their loops
with sheer exuberance

And fills the heart with light
and sets the mind to flight
across the infinite and still unfolding realm
that is its home
when love is at the helm.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2014

Urban Farm Tour, Greenlake Swim, Home

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We traveled through the day
between the stripes of
too hot to think
and the refreshing cool of shade,
of deadly red lights in the sun
and backyards under pleasant trees,
and found our way through afternoon

And now
something in the smell of lake water,
still refreshing in my hair,
and how the late sun reaches in,
illuminating limbs within the shadows
of that tree across the street,
something in the prospect
of the mellow rise of evening
fills the moment
with sweet well-being
drifting on the gentle course towards sleep.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2014