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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Love’s Calling

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Your essence emerges —
matrix, vortex, center —
The infinite converges
and flows through —
Effortless abundance.

You stand,
your gifts pouring forth
from your open hands,
your warming core
providing incubation.
Your inherent love
shines out unbidden, reflexive,
an unintended beacon,
still guiding true.

You are right:
You’re here because
you have been called.
Your answering ensures
the need is met.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2013


Your Hunger

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Ah, your hunger
is so attractive —
the way it pulses
the chords of life’s imperative.
The ready urgency
brings out the wild in you,
edge of aliveness,
the non-negotiable.

And it brings out
the mother in me,
the one whose deepest joy
is to feed you what you need,
to see the frank pleasure
in your receiving it.
To see you satisfied
may be the deepest gift
you give me. So your hunger
makes me crave your presence.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2013


Sun showers

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Sun and rain share easy space
in autumn sky —
light-drenched drops plunge and bounce,
sparkles dance with shadows
on wet pavement
and the day’s mood swings swiftly
from stern to gracious,
from glad to somber.
Places of convergence
delight in their strange mix
and how they wake us up.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2013


Cloud Cover

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Through the dark hours,
clouds raced on their night errands
accompanied by trees’ rush and wind chimes,
fleeting across the sky
(stars peering through from their distant field)

Early morning finds them running late —
patches of emergent blue not yet hidden —
but they’re moving with grand momentum,
sure they’ll have it covered
by sunrise.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2013


State of the Union

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Traversing once again
the thoughtscapes
we have created
and called the world,
I see so many fractured structures,
so many castles
that clearly are pretend,
the fabrications
of such manipulations
that what I find most hard to understand
is how we ever thought they’d hold our weight.

But wait —
Even now they are shifting
more clearly into dream
and we are still standing,
yet not on nothing,
So there must be 
(and must have always been)
something here that holds us up,
some essential structure
that is not broken
and will sustain us still
when everything falls down.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2013


Like a Mocha

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Beneath the froth of stories
is the thick, rich liquid,
hot and satisfying,
that is my reason
to sip this drink of you.
In the dark converging
of all that’s potent,
I take you in.
I wanted to get to this point,
held my lips closed
to keep out the superfluous,
to feel the rush of you
come up from underneath.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2013


Generativity

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The daily bread we’re given
is always enough
to feed five thousand —
We are provided
not for just survival
but for all the generosity
we can fathom,
all the love
we are willing to extend,
all the abundance
we can comprehend.

It’s not enough
to think we have a small pittance
that covers us and no one else,
that we must hoard, hide, and defend.
We are designed
to be an open flow.

“Love your neighbor as yourself”
can also mean
Love your neighbor as who you are —
Love your neighbor as love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2013


What I’m here for

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I have these eyes —
this intersection of perception,
this way of seeing

I have this truth at my core
that gives me context
to interpret what is here,
to understand the law
that flows in everything

I have this love
(not made by me
but found in me, as me)
It is my life to be it,
to insist that it illumine
all that I behold,
so bearing witness
with my eyes, my truth, my love
to what I am,
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2013


Take Heart

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Walk in peace,
for none of this
has ever touched you.
No circling, tossing tides
can surge into your calm.
You are held 
in the Mind
that thinks up everything —
It thinks up you
as clearly and as firmly
as it thinks the stars.
It thinks you through and through —
It fashions everything you are —
no gaps nor fuzziness, 
confusion nor regrets.

Walk in peace,
for Mind is holding you
in cherished ease,
fully enfolding you.
There is no moment
where it blinks out
and so your being
is ever clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2013


The One Who Loves Me

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The one who loves me,
and who always has,
is the one who rivers me,
who flows my substance through me,
flows me through its being —
all my life, my love —
that ever eager pulse
that shows me forth in glimmers
and in full shine
as always so much deeper
than the shifting stories
I and others have called “me.”

The One who loves me
and who always has
brings up my love, full on, to meet it,
teaches me everything I know
of how to love.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2013