Author Archives: Wendy

The key

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This could be
the key to the whole world
More than that —
This could be
the key to the whole whorl,
the whole whirl —
the whole moving
whooshing
harmonic of being —
to flying, to riffing
to breathing, to seeing

The key to the infinite joy
which the teachings
have tried to lay out all along
So what was too high to aspire to —
impossible —
Turns out to be elemental, essential,
that which we simply must be

This is the way we exist in the oneness
The vast fractal matrix for everything, all of us:
Every glory is already here
And our life is now found
as we fling ourselves into it
Finding with joy
Our surrender is met in acceptance
as we’re illumined in multiplication of love

This is the key, 
and to share it, we just have to be it
Daily and constantly
dance this delight, until each one
can feel it and see it.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2012



Waiting for a computer repair at U. Village Mall

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Let me invoke the rhythm
that ties us all together
Grasses bending in the breeze
Little birds dipping in and out
All these people walking
alone, and in groups
P’tick of sandals, heel-toe rock of dress shoes
Words and gestures, turns and pauses
Cars creeping through the parking lot
Car doors closing

Let the backbeat in the background
define the orchestration
Let the running water of the fountain
be a unifying patter
Even when we’re not aware of it
We are connected

Though we may feel isolated
by our stories
(who we think we are,
what we think we have to do)
And isolated by the inroads of acceptance
that we haven’t carved
And the separate trajectories
that only randomly have intersected here
Behind our myths and burdens
we are one.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2012


Sunrise

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Only Love could solve that problem
And Love has — fully!
We only need to wait to see
what splendid ways
this singular dawn
will rise on our sights
What purples, pinks and oranges —
What luscious shades —
will transfigure these remaining clouds
Will make of them
spectacular offerings
Bright gifts to show us
just how glorious
Love is.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2012


Love’s Flavors

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These are flavors of love:
Desire, curiosity, compassion
Whatever leads you,
Whatever lights up nodes of interest,
What you follow,
What tenderly unites each need
with that which meets it,
The tears wherewith you nourish
some secret yearning,
And the rushing, billowing joy
that lifts you up
and sends you flying down your path


So many flavors!  
Enough that love
can paint the whole canvas of life
All the textures, all the colors
All the shapes and sizes, all the speeds
Love has enough — 
no other substance is required
to make the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2012


Witnessing You

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No, I won’t believe
the lies of pain
the lies of isolation
Your breath comes rushing in
again and again
and each return of it
is a coursing of life, of joy,
of power, of perfection
Each step you take a miracle
of balance and coordination
smooth flowing of the genius
of creation

I won’t believe
in any gaps in my perception
any failure to see
the deep completeness 
that comprises you
Your full connection
to your love
your painless, strong, exultant wholeness
that testifies to ever-present goodness
revealed amazingly
to each of us today.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2012


Summer Evening

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Clouds on pilgrimage
seeking the convocation of thunderstorm
drift entranced
kissed in soft pink light
calling forth divinity of sky

They let the current take them
slow and meaningful
toward their unseen goal
Sculpted pink on luminescent blue
transitions into grey on lighter grey
and on into white
against the deepened dark.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2012



Yes! Let’s!

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Let’s fill up this room 
with enough of that stuff
that doesn’t need words
to be expressed
So no one can miss it
and everyone here
can drink it up
and be blessed

Let’s fill up these hearts
with enough of this love
that everyone knows how to give it
So nothing they think
that they haven’t yet earned
can render them helpless
to live it

So they can’t go outside of the peace
Since they carry it safely within
So when they go home
they will still feel at one
and continue to multiply bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2012



Heather’s birthday beach walk

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Laughing on the beach
Leaning against a log
Laughing at almost anything
(A couple, comical with their dog)
It really doesn’t matter what
It feels so good to be here

Our daughter, stunning in her colors
and her smile
Our son, subtly connected
Our family, now grown,
no longer needing tight control by parents,
can laugh as equals

Walking down the beach
we stop to play
on a see-saw log
The four of us
enacting our collective balance
(me, weighting and unweighting
making the log tip
feeling the delight of flying
my shadow doing a seagull dance)

Low tide, sea wall
Stone stairs washed to slopes,
engulfed by barnacles
Rare rock crazed with cracks
with crystals growing in them
Seagull cries, and human seagull imitations
Climbing the concrete tower that says “keep out”
Walking together in magical languor
No where we’re needing to be
except here.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2012



Facing the Void

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She moves with confidence
She twirls, she beams
But when she turns to face
the empty space again
She loses steam
and rivulets of insecurity
start seeping through the seams
The gaps between perceived reality
and her most treasured dreams
Now seem to yawn
The fabric she has woven with her hopes
now seems to drift in disconnected threads

What builds her up again?
What deep, supporting truth
can she believe?
What calming voice can counteract
the howling judgment
that whistles down the hollows
of her bones?

A pause to gather courage, to rethink
and reassess the evidence
A confidant to give her new perspective
Or some kind of sign
So she will choose to rise again
and meet the challenge one more time
And this time maybe she will power through
face down the void
and forge herself anew.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2012


Beach Walk

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Bright morning
Walking on the driftwood
Walking on the sloped beach
whose fist-sized stones
roll sideways under foot
Watching rows and rows of tiny breakers
cresting in and in along the shore
Their quiet slaps then echoed in the distance
with the shift of stones —
rock on rock rocking in receding waves

Standing heron, flying gulls, ducks
bobbing out in lines across the waves
Smell of sand and seaweed, sea
Warming sun
paints with shadows on the sand behind the rocks
Scrish of our footsteps
You and I 
walk together, holding hands
sharing stories of our soul journeys
where we go alone
but come together
vectors and trajectories converging
Throwing off old baggage and untying every tether
Awestruck with hope to see
eternity emerging. 

©Wendy Mulhern
July 5, 2012