Author Archives: Wendy

Incubation

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There is great value
in the unformed place
where the bee dance of particles
buzzes and clusters,
groups and regroups,
and a new understanding
can start to emerge,
something that’s shared,
something that joins
entities that had been separate
in some grand and wild
sliding together space
where all prior sets
of intents and opinions
are widely thrown away

And in the fresh fertility of union,
quick shoots start up,
vigorous and smooth.
New air is touched
in wonder by leaves
that had been, till then,
unimagined,
that now can take their place 
in the lush, emergent forest,
doing the sun work
to bring the great dream into being.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2013


Ark Building

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We have our instructions:
In the face of great violence,
build an ark.

So much violence in the land,
no one is even talking about it —
afraid, as they may be,
of bringing down the wrath upon their heads,
lulled, as they may be,
by the vehemence of misdirecting tales

Violence to the land,
Violence to the people,
Violence to their structures of support:
Build an ark.

Make it out of circles of our arms,
Make is out of clear communication,
Make it from the habit
of open-hearted caring,
Make it with room for everyone

Make it out of work that serves the earth,
that builds the chains of life supporting life,
Make it from our trueness,
Make it with our hearts,
Make it from the clearness of our vision.

Build the ark.
Let all the creatures in —
No point in a war against the violence —
As we build, our worth will lift us up
Upon the sea that reconfigures all.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2013


Your Salvation

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It doesn’t depend
on your belief.
After all, you can’t decide
what you believe in,
can’t change your mind, at will,
about your trusts,
So it is not required
that you make yourself believe
in something other than you do.

It doesn’t depend
on your getting it right —
holding the right images,
doing the right rituals,
making the right choices
at the right time.

Your salvation
(your healing, your finding
your tribe and your calling)
depends on the same law
that guides the stars
and the mycorrhizae
and everything between.
It belongs to you.
You can have it.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 22, 2013


House

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This is a house of prayer
a place to center
a place to be still
a place to wield the light-lines
of being,
to stand up for the justice
that rules in favor
of who you’ve always known you are.

This is a house of yes
Come here to be affirmed
Come here to enter
the entrancing
truth-impelled entrainment
with the ever-pulsing
symphony of Life.

This house,
This temple,
This body.
All I have,
All I need.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2013


Still

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In the absence of words
the mind still does its melodies
sometimes with attention,
sometimes not,
and images may rise to meet the tunes

In the absence of conscious thought
the breath of life can still entrance —
so many variations to its inrush,
so many swirls within the currents
of its outward flow

In the absence of direction
the heart’s impulse, still present,
guides the mind into the stillness
before the words —
the quiet spring,
the soft upwelling
of what most needs to be heard.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 19, 2013


Ark

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I will make this ark
from the course of the spark
between us —
the bright cathedral beams
that form from joy
when we meet each other,
when we have come eager
for the gift, ready
to be blessed,
humble and ignited with anticipation
for the way that arch forms
when our eye lights make contact
and the arc is completed.

We soar in elation
because we are made for this
and this ark of our connection
will hold us up,
lift us gently rocking
above the heaving waves
and we’ll be safe there
until the waters ease
and set us softly
on the reconsecrated shore.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2013


Life Cycles

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There is no part, no particle,
no path of life
moving in the over-under cycle —
down, down to the depths of brown,
up, up in springing green —
which is not held in Love, 
and so attended,
profoundly celebrated in its present state,
wherever it may stand along the circle.

There is no end
to the bold, exploring,
pioneering edge of life
which leads with eager interest
and is fed
with all the newness
that rewards its rapt attention,
cascading and rising,
flowing and turning,
round and round the cycle,
ever free.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 14, 2013


Changes

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Though we had imagined
a grand falling
attended, perhaps, by fire
and much bloodshed —
courageous sacrifice
to stand against the roaring maw —
and finally, colossal crashing,
followed by
a slow and tenuous rebuilding,

In the end
it was more a transformation,
a subtle redefining, a soft shifting,
something felt within the bones,
which then was seen in a great clearing —
dissolving of a shroud
(to our astonishment)
that we, up to that point,
had thought was sky —

And all the things
that never quite made sense
were then revealed
and so we claimed our place,
regenerated, healed.

© Wendy Mulhern
June 12, 2013