Author Archives: Wendy

The Nest of Home

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The nest of home
is woven out of love —
So many tendrils necessary
to make it strong

When home is strong
We have a place
where we don’t need
to hold ourselves up

We can relax
into the love of others
and in that relaxation
add our strength
Weave in our own bright threads
to build the home to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2012


Soul Kiss

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For you to take all that you need,
Greedily drinking from the great infinity,
Feeds me, too —
If you have made me conduit,
All that bright strength
whooshes through me on its way to you
So we rise together
Cleaving to the vast eternal stream
In every breath regenerated
Reengaging with our ancient dreams.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2012



Thanks

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To my dear friends
who together
have lifted up
the blanket of my sky
Freed my feet
from its tight tangles
Opened out my sight:

My gratitude
for this expanded view,
this new freedom to move,
and all I see
Fills me full
Fuels my fire
Feeds my fresh joy —
So many sparkles in these days!
Thank you for your light, your shine,
Your ways.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2012


Late August

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Summer tumbles
in somersaults and quick cartwheels
Everyone rushing to have fun
Taste last fine times while sun’s
bright fruits 
still ooze their juices

Night falls faster
Crickets’ serenade continues
Coolness creeps around the edges of the days
Goldenrod reigns
And the scent of dried wildflowers,
And pangs of endings and beginnings
crash into each other’s heels
in a dazed attempt
to brake
against the steep acceleration of the year.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2012


Naming Power

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To call  a system of electric wire “power lines”
is as much of a misnomer
as to call a shopping mall a village—
a deflection of the true meanings of those words

An attempt to distract us
from the potent energetic vessel
called a village
the dome of contiguity enfolding and protecting
incubating, bringing forth—
miracle of mutual support

And the primal lines of power
that we feel
running along our skin
shooting from our fingertips
in bright sparks
carrying the impulses of worlds
in smooth arcs
pulling everything into connection
caressing it calm
singing it whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2012



True Reflection

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These are not the signals
This is not the track on which you are fulfilled
Turn away from that mirror
Ask for the inner call
Seek your true reflection
in an ancient tree
or anything you can still find
of earth’s wildness
Pull up, from depths
the memories of times when you were sparked
When that deep surge of your aliveness
rumbled up like magma from your core

Feel the rivers of your inner landscape
rise to meet what you recall
Feel them roaring, thrumming, thundering
beneath your skin
In the glow that they engender
you will see yourself reflected
in the light you see responding
from other eyes
This is the true signal
This is how you know 
what you are,
This is your shape, your shine, your size.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2012


Destiny

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It is no miracle
for Life to put us each
in our perfect place
For grand improbabilities of events
to make us converge
at the right site
and the right time
in the right readiness
to be the perfect gifts
for each other
It is as simple and steady
as the great breathing in and breathing out
of days, of tides
of heat that rises and falls
and vapors that return as rivers
to the sea

All these things accord with Life’s intent
to manifest itself, and so it does —
Our harmony insured
by what Life is:
Its fiat forms the worlds
and also us.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2012



East Coast Countenance

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When you walk
I see how you are harnessed
by the shoulders, by the head

When you look out of those eyes
preset to see
only what is permitted,
furtively scanning for recognition
I feel the burden there

When you smile
Towers of blockage fall
The light of you streams forth
just in a quick flash
and I know
there is hope for us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2012



Dream Dancing

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While you’re dancing
on the other coast
I am dreaming
not yet in sleep
though I should be—
dreaming of dancing
not in rooms but in galaxies
currents of cosmos swirling
under and around
curling and flourishing 
at light speeds
where distance is no object
and time not either
and our streaming together
sends great sparks
across that dome that we have called the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 20, 2012


Waiting

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The day is holding its breath
No it’s not — that’s just me;
The slate green water, slate gray sky
are moving; a north wind presides
The white swans paddle, 
bright against the matte water
The flat clouds sometimes
send a hint of rain . . .

Nothing is happening
and there is no urgency
No sun commanding worship
No sparkles dancing
No dramatic cloudscapes, no raging winds
No thundershower, no storm
Just the drone of motorboats 
and chirps of closer birds
and the way that waiting
unmoors the craft of time.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2012