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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Rolling

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My love is a deep river
Calm and rich and full
If you step in, you’ll be enveloped
Carried in its rapid, steady flow

My white waters fall
to a smooth bowl
Carved a perfect round
from much coursing
Bubbles rise up after the plunge
Sunlight leaps in bright rejoicing

My love is an adventure
As new for me as it may be for you
I know it’s ocean-bound and well established
Still, each turn provides
an unexpected view

Roll, roll with me
Be gathered, swept along
Bring your streams to merge with mine
Bring your song
Great power will roll with us as we surge
Great wisdom will splash forth
as we emerge.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 4, 2012


Bone of my bones

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The only thing
that can flow inside me
is love.
The only thing that quickens me
Oxygenates the deepest reaches
of my system
Wakes me up
and lets me move
is love.
The only substance of my bones,
their solid comfort, steady, strong support,
their unassuming service, their
good-natured density,
is love.

And love ignites the gratitude
that courses through me, leaps
along my limbs,
Curls into my inner places 
with their secret glow,
Lights me like a lantern, pours
illumination out
through my eyes, my skin, my tongue.
And love will ever lead me to my own,
The place that I may bless,
My heart, my home.
And love will guide my words, my steps, my days
In every breath of mine evincing praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2013


The Shift

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Maybe
the last thing we can know
is that home
is always right here with us —
Always has been
Always will be —
But we can’t know anything
before we’re willing to receive it.

What is this shift?
— Delivery of all promises —
To our journey, some sense of purpose,
Some clarity about our destination,
Some hope that we will find
the resources to lift us
higher than this hypnotizing mire
Higher than the prizes
of cheap objects made in China
Beyond the sense of being best
or being right, or simply being tired . . . 

Till we arrive
And maybe
the last truth we can receive
is that we never left.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2013


Resolutions

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As Cassandra knew,
Seeing someone’s future
is no more useful
than seeing someone’s problem —
You can’t tell them about it
Can’t get them to believe, or to reform

It shouldn’t be surprising —
No one else is different from ourselves
And we have always found
these resolutions to reform
to be contrary escalators 
Plunging downward
much more rapidly
than we can rise.

Close your eyes
The winter sun that sparkles on the water
Still flickers, strobe-like, underneath your lids
The light still loves you,
Still knows how to touch
each dream that you, from fear of failure, hid
Your truth still owns you, and it knows
how every part of you is put together
Already worthy, cherished, ever whole
Not needing harsh reform to make you better
No need to reinvent yourself, no way to fall
And as it is with us
it is with all.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2013

It’s time

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OK, friends
OK, winds and clouds
OK, hidden sliver of silver sun,
Silent magic snow, birds warbling at dusk —
I’m ready for that miracle
Ready for some brightness
that I didn’t make myself
Ready for some joyful laugh
to overwhelm the trembling cusp of sadness
Ready for that surprising gift
of simple presence
to move me from this place
to where I flow again
Swift cascade of river
Leaping homeward
Singing constant
through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2012


Acceptance

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In your gaze today, I felt
the difference it makes
How well we know each other
How deeply we connect
How thorough the acceptance
in our embrace,
The fractal path affection travels
in its love of every surface, every pore,
Making us impervious
to any judgement, any condemnation

How comfortable we rest
in the sweet cradle
of being wholly held —
So soundly integrated
So at one
with the vast, eternal orbit
that swings us charmingly
So we unerringly 
reverberate in tune.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 30, 2012


A good dance

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Thank you for
the brightness of your eyes
and the sweet kinetic energy
that wrapped us
into one motion
swirling eddies of wind current
flowing through us
push and pull and contact
spinning and surrender
till the music changed

Later
we closed our eyes
and you sent 
chakra opening light
through your fingertips
It was the color
of rose quartz
and I hummed
into your vibration
till the music ended.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2012


Walking toward the light

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As we walked toward the light,
The things we were holding
in our hands
began to melt —
Intricacies of dreams,
Specifications,
Things we thought were so important
to convey,
Histories we felt
distinguished and defined us —
Rolling down our fingers —
Bright trailing drips —

We felt the coolness
of air on wet skin,
Swift intake of breath
at the freshness
As we,
Now empty-handed,
Reached our arms
into the glad embrace
of our whole
wild
unrecorded
being.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2012


Seeking

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We are attracted
to the ancient woods
and to the ancient books
and to the words
that taste like stardust
timeless and mysterious

We are looking
for deep roots
and runes of truth
and something to remind us
of the way home

So long lost
in the ephemera of thinking
we are made of whim
of dust —
pawns in a creation not our own —
We seek the gravitation
that weights our essence
focuses our thrust

We keep on turning to it
Try to be still enough
to feel its pull upon us
to feel it guiding us
We keep on asking for it
We give it all our trust
We will surrender to it
because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2012


End of Christmas

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Day is done
What mark remains?
How was it distinguished —
What has changed?
Yes, we were happy
Relaxed in sweet togetherness of family
But have we yet gone deep enough
into the holy dawn?
Can any day contain the essence
of what must come?
Perhaps I’m called, each day
to lift the latch and enter
Abandon surface chatter
for the sacred center.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 25, 2012