Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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The Reign of Truth

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Helplessness is not
an acceptable option.
In the realm of myself,
I take a stand
for the reign of truth

And in small flashes
it seems obvious
that truth is really the only thing
that can actually be
in a place, in a time

And no matter how big
a lie claims to be, it can’t occupy
the ground where truth is.
And if truth is here
(and how could it not be?)
it must assert its essence,
must be seen as what determines being

And however intricate
a web of falsity may be,
it can’t take hold on truth —
something that’s false cannot ensnare
something that’s really there

So in small flashes
I can notice
that no problems of the world,
or of the neighborhood,
or of the heart,
can hold back the unfolding of the truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 13, 2019

For This

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We came here for this,
we came here through the rain,
the traffic, the boondoggles and backtracking,
the thought loops and the second guessing

We came here for this,
for this unassailable safety,
this deep rooted presence,
this consciousness that everything
is all right, everyone is worthy,
everything is at peace.

And after all life’s loops and tunnels,
it’s good to know.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2019

Settling In

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Today I consider
putting my whole weight down,
settling into life, letting it
bear me up

Funny, until now
I didn’t notice that all this time
I’ve been holding back,
keeping the tense pose,
assuming I needed
to hold up my own weight

(As if I could, as if
I wasn’t fully riding on this adventure,
as if I could withhold
any dependence on Life’s uplift)

Today I consider
nestling into Life’s shoulders,
feeling its wing thrusts
surging us on.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 10, 2019

We Could Be Happy

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We could be happy. I cried
as I thought of this,
so far removed it was
from what I’d told myself was possible

Oh, I had joy. Joy of the wilderness,
the upward trail, the bracing day,
joy of the stream of life
given every day by my Creator

After all this time of self reliance,
it was overwhelming to consider
that the gifts my Creator gives
include even more,
and we could be happy —
you and me together,
and others too —

We could be happy —
this, too,
is my Creator’s will.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2019

Everyday Epiphanies

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You wake up and remember
what you know —
you may have to reach for it,
coming up from dream,
batting back the thoughts
that fall on you
as you break the surface

You may have to spend more time,
may need to diligently focus,
but it comes in — new each morning,
different from yesterday,
full of its own promise

Sometimes it’s a steady fire within,
able to incinerate anything untrue,
sometimes it’s a sunrise seen afar,
overwhelming with its gift of beauty

And sometimes the old lines
of you and me, us and them,
are totally confounded
in the unity of Mind’s purpose,
working out the calculus
of universal good.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2019

Disabused

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This day has had surprise gifts in it,
just when I’d trained myself
not to expect any. But that,
as it turns out, is today’s humbling —
Life takes me down a peg or two
by offering tangible things
to make me happy,
proving I don’t need to go it alone

And my belief that I did
was making too much of myself —
I needed to be disabused of that presumption.
I can’t say I mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2019

Induction

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I make my way by induction,
as by candle light, long before dawn —

I look, first, for the first reason —
why you would even open your eyes,
why you would care,
why you would rise

I see you couldn’t be there
without the spark, you would be nothing
without desire

And if the spark is present,
it must really be the only thing —
it wouldn’t let itself
be mostly snuffed out

It wouldn’t let itself be used
to power anything unlike itself —
to power dread or burden,
or soul deadening requirements

If the spark is here
then it will dictate joy —
joy, and strength, and vigor —
it will spread the whole day
with sweet harmony,
for so it is, by nature

And if this is what’s here,
I’ll see it. Gently,
modest as the dawn,
radiant as day. I’ll recognize it
in every light that shows the way.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2019

Always

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There will always be a pause,
because the loud shrieks and clamor
of all that tries to claim power
are not continuous, cannot sustain themselves

They start and stop,
as earthquakes, wind, or fire,
as sobs, as tirades, as things hurled,
and there is always a pause —
a curling up, the empty end of a breath,
the spring uncoiled, the flat repose of shards

And in that silence
still as winter, still as ice,
the crystal music will arise

It fills the whole field instantly,
interlocks the harmony of molecules,
sounds the depth, the space, the peace
that owns the matrix of existence

There always is a pause —
and everyone can find it —
that leads us to our home, infinity.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 3, 2019

Purpose

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I will not look anywhere but here.
Here is the place where focus is possible,
here it can bore to the needed depth.

Things that fly outside may look attractive —
I may think I wish to turn, to sample, find them,
but that kind of skittering, finally
won’t drill down into
what I need to understand

This is something I know within.
It is a deep unarguable truth.
There may be stories told of freedom,
of flying high and wide,
but freedom without purpose
can’t sustain me,
and purpose is what’s mine to find right here.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 2, 2019