Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Wanderer

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your path too

Your path, too,
has always been loved —
Though you have felt alone,
though you have wandered
haunted by so many whispered
cautionary tales

You have been seen,
you have been cheered for —
all your singularities
have been appreciated

Though you were warned otherwise,
you can never walk away from being loved —
That fact is always with you
like every other integral
aspect of yourself:
You can’t be separated
from your truth,
you can’t be severed
from your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2015

Worth

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grass road June

When all the foreign voices in your head
are hushed,
you’ll know that you have always known
how solid, how unmovable,
how deep
is your intrinsic worth

This is why you care enough
to defend yourself,
this is why you care enough
to be sad

This is how you know that you’ll prevail —
your essence will prove equal
to everything it needs to bring you through.
You’ll rise to more than you dared hope:
The truth about yourself
will guide you surely
to the great work your heart desires to do.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2015

Stress and Clamor

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It can feel like a high desert —
winds blowing fierce around the buttes,
tough sage leaning in against the rocks

There is a still
where water gathers
and the seep of secret green
colonizes crevices

Lush plants spring up,
frogs sing (where did they come from?)

This is the reward for going deep
beneath the stress and clamor of the day,
This is what you can bring
from your ever-sustaining source
to bless even the desert
with life and fragrance.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2015

Flesh

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two hands1

I will see God
in my own flesh,
I will know in my body
that I am healed

I will feel the truth
in that most intimate way
where my body speaks
and my so-called mind
is taken entirely by surprise
and must surrender
to the imperative
presented in the moment

This experience
will not be co-opted —
though I seek to reproduce it,
touching flesh together
to re-enact the spark,
constructing circumstances
to replay the moment,
building fantasies to lead me back

I will at last be led
to the Spirit source
that owns everything
I can feel or know,
that wakes up everything
— heart, soul, flesh —
to exaltation,
to the mystery of Life.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2015

photo by Edward Mulhern

The Smell of Smoke

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Sequoia, Edward1

They are not touched
by the smell of smoke
or any aftermath
of any evil thing

There is no chain of hurt
no mindless consequence
blowing down the canyons
into people’s lives,
nothing that can sit upon them
bearing down upon their lungs

Every one of them
regardless of what happened
anytime, anywhere,
can find themselves
clear and holy,
pure and whole,
just as they are imaged
in the Mind that makes them
who they are.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2015

To the men in my life

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edward in box2

There’s room for you here —
There’s room for that way you walk,
all business and purpose,
room for your boyish confidence
and your sweetness
and how you desire to trust deeply,
There’s room for your enthusiasm
and your eager joining in

The boy in you
who never grows up
will win the day every time
because he is ever willing
to give his whole large heart
for the rush of joy
in having it received.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2015

Equation

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new equation

In the new equation,
motivation can no longer
be considered in terms of leverage
(incentives, consequences,
how to get someone to do something)

In the new equation
we may think in terms of lift —
lift of our collective wings,
mid-flight discovery
of our shared volition
where we don’t know
before we swoop
precisely where we’re going,
where the perfection
of the emergent direction
is the product
of the perfection of each of us,
and how we’re made to fly together

And none of us will need to be director —
We’ll all be listeners,
we’ll all be followers
of the wisdom that arises from our love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2015

Lavender

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lavender

Just as my body sighed
with the heat of the hill climb
I was met with lavender
singing with its scent
about early morning watering
and gratitude for its essence
and the day

How could I not join in
as welcome wind brings high clouds
and a hint of change
and everything dances what it feels
and what it knows.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2015

Touching Ground

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looking south from north end

Now and again in flashes
I get this image:
My foot touching ground
for the first time,
the knowledge of contact
flowing back into me
up the curve of my calf,
my knee,
I feel its echo down my arm
as if my arm had never
up till now
been really here

And I sense
that this discovery
is what I have always needed
to move with power in the world,
to be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 5, 2015

Liberated

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greenlake dawn redwoods

Though you may carry your shame
in your posture,
though you may exude
the helpless unhappiness
that shows you feel
your body has not been your friend,
though you feel bullied
by its insistence on exposing
your ungainly softness,
making you a target for rejection

Though you have also hidden
behind your flesh,
made it a fortress
behind which you hope
to be invisible,
You can’t hide your glorious light

You are a marvel —
your sensitivity, your fine desires,
your tender hopes, your latent
tendrils of affection
are intricate and precious,
and if the world isn’t worthy
of your gifts,
it still needs them
and will be profoundly liberated
as you set yourself free.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 4, 2015