Author Archives: Wendy

Companioned Prayer

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Let me take you with me
on a prayer
Where we first plunge
into the wonder of our source —
The nature and the nurture of
the law that holds us
pouring forth the affluence of Life

Then in the insistent,
naturally occurring
alignment of our systems
with what always is,
we’ll feel the surging strengthening,
the calm and gentle ordering,
the unrestrained empowering
of everything we are —
Our hope, our worth, our destiny,
Our interwoven harmony,
The easy, brilliant artistry
written in the book of us
long before the birthing
of the stars.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2013


Not a foreign substance

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I am hard pressed to describe
the slow glide of leaf shadows
gold-rimmed, along the brown bottom
of the glass-smooth, shallow river

They looked like a pod of something living —
One-celled protozoa, magnified many times
They moved like a companionable
group of friends,
drifting down an avenue, arm in arm

The leaves that made them were a different shape —
Pointed, narrow willow leaves
somehow projected into near-round ovals —
And the water’s surface held the leaves so thickly
that they darted from the probing
of my curious hand,
and clung to one another
unless I lifted one
clear away

The ripples that my hand made
radiated out in rings
of gold and shadow
moving slowly out along the river bottom

In my awe and wonder
I only later noticed
from its coolness and its freshness
that this was water
not a foreign substance —
something that I know.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2013


Mourning

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“Blessed are they that mourn . . . “
Blessed am I,
for I mourn
I mourn the sense of separation.
I shall be comforted
for I shall be brought
back home.

The line of mourning
points me to my love.
My love, within me
is what holds me in connection,
Makes me one
in a bright tie
that never can be severed.
No lie
can remove me
from its truth.
Blessed am I
for I shall be comforted
before the sun goes down
upon my day.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 4, 2013


Elixir

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Full-on Spring,
and the early day
hangs in a feather balance
of warm and cool,
each weighing in
with exquisite tenderness —
constant subtle shifting
singing against my skin
and the air
smells like blossoms and suburbs
and the sweet cleansing
of night breeze
when Spring flowed through me
in the play of mammalian warmth
and clear-sky coldness,
resting me and waking me up
at the same time.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 4, 2013


The law of interaction

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Let this be an article of my faith:
That every interaction
is designed to be healing,
That healing is reciprocal,
Mutually regenerative,
Engendering an escalating joy,
So affirming, in each of us,
Our power and our purpose
to co-create life
in just this way.

Then let me look around and notice
this same pattern, in every place repeated,
Life so fully and unceasingly
supporting life,
in interlock of movement, shape and rhythm.

This is you.
This is me.
This is Life, here and now.
This is what we must know to expect.
This is truth.
We can see it.
And we all know how
to birth healing
in every shared breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2013


Falling

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there’s no scrambling
against the falling
everything’s going down
falling like sand
plunging like avalanche
down and down

call it sadness
call it gravity
call it the way everything
must fall to its source
must home to its truth

and at the deepest core of truth
it can rest
rest in the ion-aligned place
where there is no doubt
no doubt at all
what it is
and from this clarity
it will, it must, rise
assert its centered essence
breathe and praise

©Wendy Mulhern
May 2, 2013


The edge of sleep

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I surface to the strobe-like pulse,
waking after nodding off —
Beneath my still-closed lids
I see a dancing form
bobbing away towards the edges of
my closed-eye vision
Maybe
I’m not, in fact, awake . . . 

(This afternoon, while I was napping on a bench,
my hand shielding my eyes
from the bright sunlight,
A dog woke me up
with a slight, deft lick on my face —
Woke me up, then bounded off . . .

I sat a while, a little dazed
by sun and wind
and sitting up quickly,
Then lay down for just a little more nap
before heading home.)

©Wendy Mulhern
May 1, 2013


Love speaks like this

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Wait just a moment
And you can feel the love flow in
Like water on the tidal shore
seeps through the sand
melting the footprints

Let the impressions all grow wide and bright
and shimmery
While the answering rush of warmth
wells up in you
This, too, will shine —
Flash out its signal
Far across the water
to the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2013


Harvesting

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In this moment,

Nominally evening, 
Though bright green leaves outside
show no sign of gloaming,
In a state of pleasant tiredness
in the swing chair, swinging
I reflect that I’m delighting in a harvest.

This is harvest of a dream,
Planted more than twenty years ago
Harvest of a vision for this kind of space and peace,
Proof that things I plant as dear desires
Have their own life

That, absent any tending on my part
They still take root and grow
alongside every other hope
I may or may not notice
And bear their unassuming fruit
Which I may reap
by noting them with gratitude
Which lets me keep
with joy to which each harvest must give rise:
this blessing that now swings before my eyes.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2013


For Heather at finals time

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For you to be
exactly what you are
doesn’t take a miracle

That what you are
is astoundingly perfect
in each creation, every interaction
should be no surprise

That “perfect” be defined
by the eternal laws of Life,
of seamless symbiosis, joyful thriving,
pure delight,
Makes perfect sense,
for the great source
from which we all have come
Gives us our impulse, our guidance
and our home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2013