Author Archives: Wendy

It’s time

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OK, friends
OK, winds and clouds
OK, hidden sliver of silver sun,
Silent magic snow, birds warbling at dusk —
I’m ready for that miracle
Ready for some brightness
that I didn’t make myself
Ready for some joyful laugh
to overwhelm the trembling cusp of sadness
Ready for that surprising gift
of simple presence
to move me from this place
to where I flow again
Swift cascade of river
Leaping homeward
Singing constant
through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2012


Acceptance

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In your gaze today, I felt
the difference it makes
How well we know each other
How deeply we connect
How thorough the acceptance
in our embrace,
The fractal path affection travels
in its love of every surface, every pore,
Making us impervious
to any judgement, any condemnation

How comfortable we rest
in the sweet cradle
of being wholly held —
So soundly integrated
So at one
with the vast, eternal orbit
that swings us charmingly
So we unerringly 
reverberate in tune.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2012


A good dance

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Thank you for
the brightness of your eyes
and the sweet kinetic energy
that wrapped us
into one motion
swirling eddies of wind current
flowing through us
push and pull and contact
spinning and surrender
till the music changed

Later
we closed our eyes
and you sent 
chakra opening light
through your fingertips
It was the color
of rose quartz
and I hummed
into your vibration
till the music ended.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2012


Walking toward the light

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As we walked toward the light,
The things we were holding
in our hands
began to melt —
Intricacies of dreams,
Specifications,
Things we thought were so important
to convey,
Histories we felt
distinguished and defined us —
Rolling down our fingers —
Bright trailing drips —

We felt the coolness
of air on wet skin,
Swift intake of breath
at the freshness
As we,
Now empty-handed,
Reached our arms
into the glad embrace
of our whole
wild
unrecorded
being.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2012


Seeking

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We are attracted
to the ancient woods
and to the ancient books
and to the words
that taste like stardust
timeless and mysterious

We are looking
for deep roots
and runes of truth
and something to remind us
of the way home

So long lost
in the ephemera of thinking
we are made of whim
of dust —
pawns in a creation not our own —
We seek the gravitation
that weights our essence
focuses our thrust

We keep on turning to it
Try to be still enough
to feel its pull upon us
to feel it guiding us
We keep on asking for it
We give it all our trust
We will surrender to it
because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2012


End of Christmas

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Day is done
What mark remains?
How was it distinguished —
What has changed?
Yes, we were happy
Relaxed in sweet togetherness of family
But have we yet gone deep enough
into the holy dawn?
Can any day contain the essence
of what must come?
Perhaps I’m called, each day
to lift the latch and enter
Abandon surface chatter
for the sacred center.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 25, 2012


Ruses

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The touted need of dark to hide the light
has many ruses.
One of them seeks to define
the light’s uses —
tries to say it serves
(or doesn’t)
to bring advantage
in the twisted logic of the cruel games
that we’ve been duped to thinking
are our lives

Where to the light, there is no game
No win and lose
No rules, no shame
And as for dark
It has no teeth
and no desire
to hide the light.
It meekly waits —
Transparent depth
through which all light can effortlessly shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2012


The Light of Truth

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Here in the still quiet
I can’t hold myself down too long
For all around me
Light rises
Like steady bubbles from underwater
Like steam from morning lakes

And no darkness can be amassed 
to stop it
And no denial can distract me
from the fact that it is here
Not a construct of my thinking
Nothing I, through will or thought,
can fail to see

The light is here
The only true fact of being
In all honesty
the only thing
we ever truly know.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2012


The New Day

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Light glides instant
on the water
Faster than the waves
that catch its shine
flowing in their elemental course
along their necessary line

So impulse shoots across us
The call to go, to fill a need
We follow, undeterred by what might block us
Water-like, we find our way

This is the new day
Where we, no longer mechanized
No longer herded by our shame
No longer bound
Can rise to claim our right to bless
all that we love
with all we are

In the smooth liquid of this moment
We move
Led by light
Fed by what it gives.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2012


Winter Solstice

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On this sphere we celebrate
the slinging of our orbit
‘round the sun
The changes wrought in light and dark
As earth, like dreamers turning
rolls around its center, day by day

Surprising from a star’s perspective
that these recurring changes —
Minute murmurs of balance in a spinning top —
Should make such difference to us
Should stand as symbols for our faltering faith
And its rebirth —

Waverings unseen in star time
Where they wheel grandly
Shining ever steady and unchanged.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2012