Author Archives: Wendy

Twilight, Green Lake

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Down under the trees
We watched the slow darkening
of green leaves
against the blue of sky
viewed from below
while evening’s glow
settled on the lake

And we had no hurry
We had time to rest like stones
Releasing the day’s heat into the night
And we could speak in low tones
Close enough to hear each word
To feel the peaceful rise and fall of breathing
And the ease of shared feeling,
Understanding rising as the light receded.
Relishing the much needed
stretch of growth together
Like these trees that gain their inches
in the dark.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 5, 2012


Homing

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The water is homing
Carving deltas in the sand
Delta for change
though this is timeless
Water homing
A grand joining
from every place where it had seeped
at high tide
Water flowing
in zigzag patterns of the moment
through the sand
Pooling in our footprints
Dissolving them, but halted
for a time
in the impressions

Water like multitudes, molecules
Each called alone
Moving together as one
Water like 
us claiming our freedom
through the simple act
of moving as we are called.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2012



Seattle Summer

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There may not be a way to find a reason
why these delicious days are rationed —
Whether to preserve their fragile, fragrant freshness
or the eagerness with which our skin receives them
Or whether it’s designed to keep us guessing
Or ready us for some exquisite blessing
in some other realm.  No matter —

The brilliance of today
will leave a mark across the summer
Shine its golden rays
over many cloudy cold ones
Teach us to embrace it
and every potent sign
of imminent awakening,
each glimpse of the divine.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2012


Prayer Circle

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In the cooling evening

In  the circle we had drawn
and sanctified by what we each had shared
In the space before the moonrise
As the sun departed softly
We united in our silent circle prayers

High on the hill, accompanied by kites
We whispered our desires,
We held them to the sky
And then together, when we all were ready
Sent them seven circle rounds and home

The common movement’s unity
The confluence of fervency
The power of our prayers
The comfort of community
Became a catalyst, I’m sure
(Beginning with each consciousness here present
Continuing with each one we each touch)
For something that, unfurled
Will now transform the world
In each of our perceptions and beyond.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2012

We are called

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We are called to liberty
Called to serve that thing in us
that levitates
that lifts
that fills us with the power to leap
to fly

We are called to joy
and nothing else
has any voice nor sway
No tales of heavy burdens or their virtues
No tales of guilt or prices we must pay
No tales of lack of worth or ancient shame
Can stand the test of truth or win the day

We are wired for liberty
And only that
Can spark our motivation
Only the call of joy can make us rise
So proving it to be our true salvation.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2012


Navigating

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In this fractal hall of mirrors
where everything you think
reflects itself on every level
everywhere you look
till thought resembles thing, resembles cause
You need to trust a different sense to guide you:
Close your eyes and pause
until you feel the inner weight and balance
always present, always true
that gives you poise, and finds your center,
sounds the thought-scape through
so you can find out where you really are

This is how you know what are the lies,
what are the laws:
In the grand dynamic that is you
Your deep harmonics clarify the view
And every scene that’s fractured must dissolve
Leaving you resplendent in your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2012


Sustenance Prayer

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Hold my days, Spirit
Hold my days —
I won’t find satisfaction any other way
You are the wind that moves all;
It’s so clear
Nothing else is substance; nothing else
is even here

You are the breath of my desire and its fulfillment
You provide the inner fire 
and the inner stillness,
my going out and coming in,
My home and my adventure
Each thrill, each triumph, every friend
And all I can imagine

It does no good for me to build my dreams
with bricks of circumstances, things and schemes
Which are ephemeral
as ripples intersecting
They flash and disappear, and no projecting
of meaning onto them can make them last
(They only glint in future and in past)
But that which moves in me and gives me life
Sustains me always,
Always makes me thrive.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 30, 2012


Clarity

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Everything about my being
comes from my source
Not from the channels into which I flow
Not from the interactions that engage me
So if I feel splashed, diverted,
sullied or depleted,
I only need to turn
back to where the primal fount
of who I am
springs forth
and bubbles boldly
into being
and courses forward
Strong and pure and clean
Affirming and defining me again.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 28, 2012


All of us

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There is no inner circle
of those who know the secret
There is no outer darkness
worrying the edges of the light
There is no us and them
No “ninety-nine percent,” no “one”
No unconverted, unevolved, benighted:
If anyone’s enlightened,
not one is blighted

Our ears know how to hear the clear tone,
to filter out the static
Our eyes know how to see what’s real
Our hands know how to touch it
And every goodness we can own
must then be owned by everyone
shared by our hearts
which always seek each other.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012



Without Words

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I came to you
in a place without words
in the quantum field
where all my electrons
were kicked into a higher orbit
and the speedy surging of the particles
thrummed against my ears and eyes and skin

So merging at the edges
Centers pressing
We approached ourselves
(the physics-induced distance seeming
ever more unbearable)
We rose in mighty effort
to breach its mounting wave
We crested more than once
and still the buoyant sea remains

And we will learn this new each time —
This being —
Open, without rhyme
or even words —
The primal pulse of life
Asserting its own essence
in our forms.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012