Each of us in turn
opened out a little star point,
our circle’s roundness
expanding to encompass
all those bright bursts,
where our breath flowed together,
pulled along the raw emotion
and exposed softness,
drawing out the heart hum,
sucked into the poignancy
of each truth
And the arms of our shared intention
held us all,
flexing their strength
in the enormity
of what they now contained,
in breathless awe
of what we could support.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2013
There will be no falling, this time,
into the end of the year,
no tumbling of untallied days,
no cache of uncounted hours
to not expect, but then to have
for languid wandering through paths
of memory . . .
These days are still measured,
still ordered — needed for the steady
mounting for the launch,
in rising hope,
into the next ascent.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 29, 2013
All of these whirlings —
frenzied opinions bouncing
against each other,
frazzled worries gnawing
at the air,
These will cease,
and everything will settle
in the calm continuity
of our care
No fear, for though life’s torrents
cast our prognoses into doubt
and though we can’t predict
how our projections will come out,
We know the rich weight
of all that’s real
will still be with us
when the dust clears.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2013
We had been taught we had to buy our homes
in the currency of servitude,
our souls indentured for security,
our freedom traded to be warm and dry.
What liberation to discover
there’s a higher law,
to find we make our homes
from what we are.
We make our homes
from what we are:
Like coral, like clams,
we grow our shelter
from the soft sweetness of ourselves
and from our interface
with the vast and seething breathing
of currents rushing through us
We make our homes
in the power of our thought,
conceiving them as we conceive ourselves
inseparable from innate belonging.
We make our homes to hold ourselves together
and keep us where the flow of life
will constantly enliven us.
No way to be homeless,
no need to be fooled:
It isn’t commerce that protects us
but the law of home,
written in the timeless code
of water, waves, and stars.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2013
This world in which we’ve run,
silly and small and sad,
(recursive rounds of mindlessness
blinding us
in blarings of so many things
we never really cared about)
may be crumbling,
But it is also fading,
and the blaze of our love
is forging new connections —
networks for our light
to run along and multiply,
illumining the bedrock of our being,
the deep source
of our sweet, eternal spring.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2013
With the deft precision of stones
we slid beneath the frenzy,
silently, like falling through water
down to the stillness. A settling
of sands, their quiet lift and gradual
return. Each particle always
in its perfect place. We nestle
where our essence sets us.
This peace will last. We’ll always
be able to find it. It is as true
as our belonging. As our being
what we are. As our constant
return to our source. As its
ever present tender hold
on our lives.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 25, 2013
The sun gleams low
against the underside of clouds
gilding them as they drift, uncommitted,
above, among, the glinting city buildings
And it fills me with something —
not quite tears —
A gathering of clouds within,
which drift, also stunning,
low and gilded
through such a fleeting softness
of the day
The earth has turned
and days will now grow longer,
pulling us under the low points
through the mystery
into stronger light.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2013
Poems are being imported from Earth Whispering Blog.
I am happy to announce the release of my fourth and fifth books
Cuddle your Curmudgeons — domestic storms and sun breaks
This is the fourth (and probably final) book in my set of illustrated, themed collections.
Cuddle your Curmudgeons is a tender and honest look at the heartaches and joys of family life. These poems are the most personal and particular ones the author has written, covering a short period when her children are teenagers, and the family members struggle for harmony, connection, and a clear sense of purpose. Through the struggles shine bright gleams of the triumph of love and the victory of peace in her household.
Here are some of the illustrations from Cuddle your Curmudgeons:
Also out is my first unillustrated, longer collection:
Journeying — selected poems
This volume contains four poetic journeys. The first, called Journeying, invites you to travel along the path of transformation, with all its swoops, turns, and still points. The second, Thought’s Landscapes, takes you on explorations of the mind — the realm of story, dream, perspective, time and infinity. The third journey, called Earth Whispers, takes you through the arc of the seasons, with its changes, emotions, and epiphanies. The final journey is Prayer, which takes you inward to where everything opens out and you find peace and home.
Here is the information on my previous three books:
Revolution is a call to action — not so much the dogged plodding of political activism as the rising of hearts in the spontaneous assertion of the right to live full and free. Wendy Mulhern’s poems offer inspiration and empowerment, and her artwork unfolds a story of strength and hope.
Click at left to purchase it from CreateSpace.com. (It’s also on Amazon, but it’s better for me if you use CreateSpace). Or see me to purchase it locally.
Attraction. Confusion. Exhilaration. Recalibration. Soothing. All are part of the romance adventure chronicled in Capture Rapture. Wendy Mulhern’s poems provide deft observation and keen insight into the many phases of romance, as well as offering a chart to guide those who embark on the adventure through the sometimes stormy waters to the calm of love.
Capture Rapture is available at CreateSpace.com (click picture to go there). It’s also on Amazon. Or, if you live in the Seattle area, contact me to purchase it locally.
Infinite Permission will take you along a path of liberation — liberation from constricting concepts of body image, identity and purpose to a fuller range of movement and a deeper sense of spiritual wholeness. Wendy Mulhern’s tender poetry finds a synergistic accompaniment in Mellissae Lucia’s luminous art.
Infinite permission is available at CreateSpace.com, and also on Amazon. If you live in the Seattle area, contact me to purchase it locally.