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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Peace Channel

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Let me move in the peace channel
Defined and defended by thought
Where no worry can dart in
No recurring pitches
about what is wrong
and how someone else
should fix it
No stress about my best chance
and how I might miss it
No harping on mistakes
and dour predictions

Let the peace channel run strong
in the clarity
of my knowing
Nothing mars the calm song
of my being
or the perfect place
for everyone
to move in broad and tranquil ease
as Mind’s bright conceiving
now and all along
of everything that is.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2012


Our Room

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It is a room of lights —
vessels of lights
strings of lights
soft lamps

It is a room of color —
reds, mostly; also gold
and greens and oranges,
blues and purples

It is a room of creativity —
Ideas have been born here,
and children
and gifts and poems
and ardent visions

So we return here
to be inspired
to find direction
and regeneration
To feast our eyes
and rest our minds
reset our souls
before we venture forth again.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2012


Mind’s Eye View

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In my mind-picture of you
you were painted
with a bright palette —
yellows and oranges and greens —
exuberant color splashing
from your hands
which stretched out open,
the joy of your creating
crackling between your fingers
great spreads of overlapping hues
rising from you
filling up the canvas
and I knew
This is a true picture of you
Something you’ve always been
Something you will again
learn how to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2012


Stillness

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We moved together like waves
And then
I filled with limpid stillness
Though I could feel
the responsive column
through the depth of it
How any perturbation
would touch all of it

Nothing was moving
It was weightless, blessed
And I held it there
Nestled in your arms
for as long as the moment
of inertia
In the balance
of utter security
In the settled peace
of two.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2012


Overcoming

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This kind of thing
(they say)
happens every day
Just not to you —
A detour of life
that topples
all the urgent priorities —
The consequence of dropping them
is still unknown

New landscapes emerge
and the old goals
however dearly you desired to reach them
Must now be reassessed

But none of this is as it seems
and all the things you called your dreams
though now in shards
can never mar
the rising of your being
You’ll take these shambled obstacles
and burn a path
brighter for what you must blaze through
You’ll leave behind 
some of your plans
but you’ll deliver
You.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2012


Code

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As it is written
in the core of your being
Clear in the ancient code
there for the reading
All that you are
can truly inform you
why you are here in this life

All that you are
Sure as the solid groove —
that grounded comfort
in which you can know yourself
pure through and through
like the glow of a sunset
Sends its song into your days

No need to think 
that the things you’ve been called—
Novice, empty slate, barely evolved —
have any effect 
on the power that moves you
and offers your gift to the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2012


Balance

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Love, like ocean
has its natural balance
Each patch of water
holds every impulse
of every wave around it
The one that’s rolling toward the shore
The one that’s drawing back across the sand
The one that crashed around the rocks
and is returning
The one that rippled down the sloping land
 
It moves with every one of them at once
No strife, no strain, no clash of time —
The calm absorbing of each motion passing through,
Steady relaying of each arc of truth
 
So love accommodates the waves
Waves of feeling, waves of yearning
Waves of hope sent out beyond awareness
Waves of care, outgoing and returning
 
Love can take no stand, form no opinion
Make no ploy, teach no lesson, put no spin on
Everything’s accounted for, though nothing tallied
Every balance level-true
Each impulse valued
Love needs no decision
as it spaciously makes place
for every true desire
And every grace.
 
©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2012
 
 

Current

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Music brings us together:
The songs we heard then,
when we hear them now,
Suffuse me with the same softness —
The same streaming of our shared current —
Fill me with the hum of that vibration
in which we feel each tuning
of each other’s thoughts

Togetherness is its own music:
Weaving of counterpoint and harmony
The impress of our love upon eternity
And the inclusive hold it has on us.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2012


New Truth

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Here is the new truth:
Right now, you know
everything you need
to unfold 
in the exquisite presence
of your perfection

You know
as surely as a seed
the subtle gravitations
that form you
at this moment
into what will swell and curl
and brilliantly unfurl
to capture sugar from the sun

You don’t need to learn 
how to do it
Or do it badly for a while
and then get better
It’s not presumptuous
to know that you are perfect now
That your internal guide
unerringly directs you
in the shining grace of being

That every gift you give
has been designed
to bless essentially
And so it will
And all you’re called to be
you will fulfill.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2012


Cipher

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What kind of day can leave me
 at the end
without a single thought?

— A day of traveling —
of packing up and leaving
— car for plane, plane for car,
car for home
A time to wait, then move —
Wait for lines
Wait for land to turn in panorama 
underneath the plane
Wait for our ride, 
wait for traffic . . .

A day in which I thought I glimpsed
the key to everything —
to my whole life
and life for all of us —
the end to all the troubles 
that have haunted us

A moment where it seemed so clear
and yet I had no words
except “of course”
— a thing I’ve seen before
and so can wait
to have come clear again.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2012