Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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There is a place for tears,
there is a place
for turning around three times
and lying down,
there is a place for curling up
and waiting for the inner heave to stop

The comfort rises up around me
like soft flames from the coals,
cradles me, reminds me
this warmth is always at hand

Maybe we’re allowed
to have a soft day sometimes,
to go back to bed, for a while,
in the afternoon,
to do about as much work
as the sun did today,
showing up for about an hour
between fog and day’s end.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2019

Silver

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Today I imagined us silver,
silver and luminous,
growing more so
in the passage of years,
glowing more deeply
with that flowing liquid
that more and more fully
powers our being

This is the way to age —
as a tree ages —
this is the way to grow into ourselves,
dropping, with daily grace,
that which obstructs us,
comprised, more each moment,
of light.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 5, 2019

Going Home

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Long we have imagined being done
(not even comprehensively, but with a phase)
Long we have imagined going home.
But there’s a truth about the process
we didn’t know to picture —
how we don’t go back the way we’ve come

We have been honed, we have been humbled,
and the things we’ve learned
are more about perspective points than anything —
not that we know more things
but that our lenses
have somehow shifted everything we see

And being done — I now don’t know
what that would look like,
and going home — I’m not sure
where that is,
but in the learning and the leaning
I can say
I’m more myself than I have ever been.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 4, 2019

Unopposed

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It’s not a case of truth winning —
truth is unopposed.
The lie may say it’s taking truth on,
the lie may brag about a battle,
but truth is never in a battle —
truth is unopposed

And as for you, your being
is ever, as it’s always been,
of truth. This truth you are
has never had to fight to be itself.
The truth you are
is ever unopposed.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2019

Be Still

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When in the pauses, once again,
the clamor rushes in, the cluttered thoughts
of everything you’re certain
you want, and never want, to be,
the roaring doubts, upon that field,
of where you stand

Be still. Here is a voice that silences
all that clatter. This silence
is like velvet, like infinity.
This silence is the love
that holds both you, and what you thought of
as the other side.
It renders the winning
and the losing
fully irrelevant —
glows you all like coals
in the same fire.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2019

The Good You Are

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The good you are
is so much bigger
than the little checkered parcels
that you tried to earn,
the sit still in your seat
do what the teacher says
kind of good

The good you are
is so much bigger
than what you hoped you might achieve
or what you hoped
to be accepted for

Note this: the good you are
could never dim out towards the edge,
could never fail to fill
every niche and corner of your being

The good you are
has no nemesis, no cavity.
It is not part of you — it’s everything —
all of you — clear, whole, free.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2019

Thanks for this

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I hold the blessing
in the laugh behind my eyes,
in the warm spots on my cheeks,
and in the warble that burbles
in the place where I might speak

It isn’t mine — it is a gift
passed to me freely, just an hour ago,
not me alone — given to many,
and I imagine
they all took it home

As I assume also it will multiply
as mirrors magnify,
as smiles create a surfeit of good will,
which cascades outward
touching people who
don’t even know each other,
though they’d recognize the kinship
with anyone in whom they saw the light.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 30, 2019

This Changes Everything

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Streams of living waters,
rivers of pure light —
we speak of it in metaphors,
for how else can we convey
the feeling, and the importance of it,
the way we’re borne up
in the swift current,
the way it fills us
and lifts us
and becomes that which we are

And if we thought love
was a distant spark
that might or might not ignite,
if we thought love depended on
finding someone, or being found,
if we thought love was anything less than
the fountain of life itself,
or anywhere less than right here,
this changes everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2019