Author Archives: Wendy

Restoration

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This is the place I need prayer more than poetry
listening more than expression
here where transmission is stretched and distorted
and practice is far from profession
The picture is lost in the turbulent medium
all I can do now is wait
seek the source, let it shine the true image out once again
in its original state.
Here in the stillness you need no bravado
alibi, justification
here you’re forgiven and freed for tomorrow
to ring in your purest vibration
So we’re restored, and so we will be
united in love, reconciled, whole, free.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 27, 2011



The Teachings Say

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The teachings say
the secret of life is effortless
for love is effortless
it’s what you’re made to do.
The teachings say
attaining love is a struggle
you have to give up everything, every day
I believe these both are true.
Love is as effortless
as holding yourself open
in the searing fear
the roaring passage of thundering water
(or is it fire?)
To keep the membrane valve
from shuddering shut
against the pressure
of a change so large
there will be no words for it.
Love is as much of a struggle
as a quiet step through an open door
to a meadow of wildflowers and sweet grass
where the soft wind
lifts you like a kite
and trees sing your name.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 26, 2011



Weeds

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My garden grows in dashing weeds
purple, yellow, blue
their colors so exuberant
I can’t say no
scilla and forget-me-not
campanula
dandelion, buttercup,
fennel, winter cress
They clammer, gallop, swarm
and the planted things
lilies, asters, dahlias
fail to come up, or shrink
among the riot of flowering weeds
that have stormed my garden.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2011



For Scot

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Sometimes a sorcerer
sometimes a clown
sometimes a child in deep wonder
raise up a magic orb
or tumble down
rolling in wild mountain thunder
forces – you hallow them
sources – you follow them
sometimes you know where you’re going
sometimes you’re lost
but you go forward anyway
moving in trust without knowing
So you commit to the moment – no monument
just what unfolds in right now
Thus you create from the spirit – no institute
just what this moment allows
Then we spin into
your silk-spun container
tossed in bright curtains of sound
You revel in rapture
invite transformation
while waves of connection abound
and in effort to really bless
dive into silliness
wallow in wackiness
settle for nothing less
Pass around turtle juice
help things get really loose . . .
Thank you for sharing your opus
with all of us.
Happy Birthday!
©Wendy Mulhern
         May 24, 2011



Trust Fall

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Fall into the field, they said
and let its fundamental frequency
align your life in harmony
All you never knew to hope to be
is yours. Just take it – go ahead.
Fall into our arms, she said
It is a way for you to trust your friends
We’ll brace together and we’ll catch you safe
A hug you’ll feel beyond the moment’s end
It’s in your heart, and also in your head.
Fall in love, I say.  Why not?
for love will catch you, sure as any arms
and love’s the field, if there is any here
In love you float beyond all doubt, all fear
The gift that’s always free, but can’t be bought.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2011



Paradigm shift

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So easy to set down the frames
of all whereby I have defined myself
my attributes, my limitations, names
and every boundary in which I bind myself
So easy now to leave behind my ego
and all the tortured games of win and lose
which I have come awake embroiled in,
as if from dreaming, nothing I would choose
So clear to me that shame has no more place
and there’s no me that needs to be defended
We move together flowing into grace
and grace moves us just how it has intended:
the ego’s dissipation and the soul’s increase
beyond all fear and into primal peace.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2011



Temple

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The temple of God is holy, which temple ye are. 
                                        I Corinthians 3:17

Come into my temple
Come into the body of my love
which is the tuning of a chord
that spreads its harmony
across the reach of space
and hums around you 
like a lullaby
and gathers you
(cry, or don’t cry)

Come into my temple
where you are hallowed
and your steps
call forth a rush of joy and wonder
at the gift you are
and what you bring
and let the oneness of our being
reverberate.



©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2011





afterglow

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after dark
sunshine exacts its sweet toll
in currency of sleep
each coin glinting with the memory
of sun-soaked scenes
in golds and greens
each one heavy
pulling my attention down
into a pool of lassitude
where all intention melts
behind the pulsing 
of the heat returning to the night
rising from my skin
recounting every moment
drawing me in.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2011



Freedom to Move

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Yesterday’s poem and today’s were both inspired by watching clips of the PS22 Chorus.(check them out here)   The charismatic teacher doesn’t keep any glory for himself but brings it out in the kids, who move freely and nail the syncopated rhythms and the harmonies and the nuances of the melody.  I was amazed by their freedom and also by what the teacher’s example taught about what’s possible.  My own freedom of movement has been a relatively new development; watching them move so naturally made me think about where such freedom comes from – that perhaps it’s more natural that it be there effortlessly than that it be hard won.
Birthright
No need to retreat behind your skin
to a small box that thinks without moving
some disconnected separate life within
that dreads a coming time of proving
There is no course of regimented learning
and no certificate required
The potent path of following your yearning
delivers you to where you are inspired
We each are born with full permission
to move in elemental grace
to bring our ancient essence to fruition
to fully fill our pre-established place
Each of us, by right, lives in connection
Our turning, and the world’s, bring forth perfection.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 17, 2011



Body and mind

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My body is not
the puppet of a mind
that rides eye high
in the sedan chair of its head
and steers it with its rods and strings
in jerky, awkward movement.
My mind is not a lonely recluse
staring out its eye windows
wishing it could move with grace
and interact, and know some body.
Nexus more than locus
in dynamic intersection
Nodes of pulsing energy
Swift connecting unity
No disembodied mind
No mindless body:
one being that is won
living in the One.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2011