Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Ruses

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The touted need of dark to hide the light
has many ruses.
One of them seeks to define
the light’s uses —
tries to say it serves
(or doesn’t)
to bring advantage
in the twisted logic of the cruel games
that we’ve been duped to thinking
are our lives

Where to the light, there is no game
No win and lose
No rules, no shame
And as for dark
It has no teeth
and no desire
to hide the light.
It meekly waits —
Transparent depth
through which all light can effortlessly shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 24, 2012


The Light of Truth

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Here in the still quiet
I can’t hold myself down too long
For all around me
Light rises
Like steady bubbles from underwater
Like steam from morning lakes

And no darkness can be amassed 
to stop it
And no denial can distract me
from the fact that it is here
Not a construct of my thinking
Nothing I, through will or thought,
can fail to see

The light is here
The only true fact of being
In all honesty
the only thing
we ever truly know.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2012


The New Day

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Light glides instant
on the water
Faster than the waves
that catch its shine
flowing in their elemental course
along their necessary line

So impulse shoots across us
The call to go, to fill a need
We follow, undeterred by what might block us
Water-like, we find our way

This is the new day
Where we, no longer mechanized
No longer herded by our shame
No longer bound
Can rise to claim our right to bless
all that we love
with all we are

In the smooth liquid of this moment
We move
Led by light
Fed by what it gives.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2012


Winter Solstice

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On this sphere we celebrate
the slinging of our orbit
‘round the sun
The changes wrought in light and dark
As earth, like dreamers turning
rolls around its center, day by day

Surprising from a star’s perspective
that these recurring changes —
Minute murmurs of balance in a spinning top —
Should make such difference to us
Should stand as symbols for our faltering faith
And its rebirth —

Waverings unseen in star time
Where they wheel grandly
Shining ever steady and unchanged.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 21, 2012


The realm of light

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Though I have thought myself
A small puddle
Look how much sky
I reflect
See these deep-limbed trees
Reaching, now naked, into subtle blue
Dance of their branches weaving
Towards those distant clouds

Such a little patch of water
But how much brightness
Has found itself in me!
And if you look in sideways
You’ll see the scene extended 
beyond my edge —
Some vast inverted underworld
Suspended and inviting —
Another kingdom 
In the realm of light.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 20, 2012


Arcturus and his sons

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There’s no gap
Between what I want
and what I’m given
Between what I need
and present heaven

There’s no desire
that would conspire
to turn me from my truth
For truth and my desire are ever one

There’s no part of me
that’s separate from who I am
No part that needs to be expunged or changed
The Principle in which I am designed
remains the same
Holding my life, like all the stars
exquisitely arranged.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2012


One Thing

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The things I don’t understand
are myriad
I forget that, sometimes.
I forget it when I’m flying
When I’m swooping
When I’m surfing on the joy of life

It’s when I find myself in the morass
Churning, flailing
That all my simple answers seem
like the fur of a dowsed cat
Exposing scrawny neck and bony frame
No longer capable of warming
Void of the buoyancy required
to lift me out

But then
Whenever did my flight
rely on my own knowledge?
Maybe it doesn’t matter
what I don’t understand
Maybe I only need to know
One thing.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2012


Light’s drawing

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Light draws me
I do not draw myself
These dark and awkward pencil jabs
don’t capture who I am

Light glides across
Illumines me
from any angle one might view
The lines I make are stuck upon a page
They can’t move with the day
so can’t be true

Light, draw me
clearly towards yourself
Be my life, my day, my song
I cast my foolish pencil down
to shine with you
where I belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2012


Learning to draw

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On this canvas of depiction
Forms are made of interplay
of light and shadow
Gradients from grey to black
and grey to white
Train the light to show a depth of landscape

Light behind or light in front
Shadow from above or under
Where the eye will go
is led by light and dark
Now mine to choose, to bring out, to discover

Such a simple touch
invokes so much!
I walk amazed
into the world my pencil has created
On such a tiny square
with so few strokes!

©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2012


Time of lights

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It could be Christmas
It could be solstice
It could be soft hope pumping
all but forgotten
Its steady pulse slowly reaffirming
to consciousness so long distracted
The light of our salvation
long through the dark enduring

Indeed, it is the darkest skies
that show the farthest stars
And deepest silence that reveals
the singing heart
It could be anywhere
It can be here
that sacred space is held
for the foreknown arising
of eternal dawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 15, 2012