Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

It’s my discipline to write a poem a day, and I post a poem here almost every day. To find a given poem or poems on a given topic, use the search bar at the right. To receive my poems by email, please subscribe, at right.

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Glimmer

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I can’t talk about this
because it’s too big —
bigger than a library of books
on how to find yourself, redeem yourself,
improve . . .

I must talk about this
because it’s so big —
big as the ocean’s crinkled surface,
responsive to each eddy,
every breath of wind . . .

I touch my feet to earth.
Beyond all words, I feel
the intersection of the circles,
every pulse connected,
tracing back to where I am enfolded,
and enfold the whole —
A glimmer of the key to everything,
big enough to satisfy my soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2014

Power

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Listen,
You have the power:
You can always do
what you want

You are the power —
You can bring your light
into the world

You feel the power,
vibrant and decisive voice within
that lets you know
what you are here to do,
how to begin
and how to follow through
and how to win
the realization of your grandest vision.

Though you have heard real life consists
of mostly doing things your heart resists,
it is not true,
For here and now
the life that ever brings you forth
aligns you with your joy
and seals your worth.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 30, 2014

At the core

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Oh, we are all the same,
heart of lettuce, core of onion, carrot top —
We have our generative essence,
we will grow
from this central point,
put out our leaves
and reach into the soil
for what we need

But we’re not made to thrive alone —
Our growth, beyond our spark,
requires some need our presence meets,
some gift which, when we give it,
cantilevers strength for us and them

This web we share —
How it breathes,
the giving and receiving
in ecstatic rise and fall,
how intricate its network,
how tenderly it holds us all!

©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2014

Today’s Work

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Well, it will probably be
like other times. I pull the bell
and wait for the arrival
of the magic zip line ride.

Like other times, I’ll probably
wait a while. Sit down,
kick at little rocks, notice
ferns and moss,
look up at every sound, hoping to see
a little carriage trundling down the line.

And probably after a while
(like other times)
I’ll get up and start
to pick my way down
through the brush
and the steep slides of the ravine
to the other side,
and climb the hill myself.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 27, 2014

Mastery

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We will stop seeing ourselves
as creatures of prohibition,
the ones who see themselves confined
within the narrow lines
of what’s allowed

And we will not play out
the acts of prohibition —
the tearing down, denying
and forbidding

We will understand
that the great dominion
has never been destruction,
that intelligence has a greater work

And that the building up of anything,
a life, a town, a cause,
must use the tools of life,
allowing everything
to tumble forth and thrive,
and in its living find its integration,
teem, and be itself, and be alive.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2014

Let us gather

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Let us gather
among these sweet tears,
Let us grieve,
Let this shared fountain
wash through us
with all its sadness —
Let it flow
until it clears

Let us gather
for we will be shelter
for each other, we will be
home. We will be
the way we make it through —
We’ll see each other
and so be known.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2014

Breath

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In the end
the things we’re asked to know
are the same things stones know
as they absorb their daily thermal load
and then release it slowly to the night,
a breathing that befits their time —
long and steady and calm

And what we’re asked to know
is what trees know
as they embrace the standing wave of energy,
toroidal cycling
of air and light and water,
breath of the forest, sweet and pure

We’re asked to know
the things our breathing teaches
in the constant ebb and flow
and in the depth it reaches
and the way we’re woven
into one complete design,
breath of our days,
earthbound, divine.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2014

Conundra

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There may be
a hundred little pieces
that don’t fit,
that jar and grate against each other
and squeak

And they may also seem
supremely unimportant —
the solution as irrelevant
as it is hard
I can’t even ask you
to take heart,
Can’t advise that you stay
or leave

And yet I see you
in sweet ease,
in light laughter
that will bubble up
like expanding earth
and change everything,
shining your dreams till they’re true.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2014

Essence

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You brought your love in
like a fresh evening wind
sweetening your hair,
giving light and lift
to your face, your eyes

And I could breathe deeper
because you were here,
because of what you brought.

You had no fear
because it wasn’t about you
or about me, or the approval
of hidden voices that held the ear
of the board of directors,
wasn’t about opinions
or someone’s rigid template for perfection

It was as simple and as radical
as truth. That which can’t
be argued down
because it stands
in its own exquisite essence
ever renewed
from above, from within.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2014