Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Focus

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My truth is not betrayed
And though I trade
in things that can’t be seen
I am not fooled
What is not seen
can still be known
I hold my truth
and so I’m not shortchanged

I watched the whirling falling of the maple seeds
I felt the fall of other bits of husk
I saw the leaves, green on layered green
I felt the sun

My love is not betrayed
Though it be not reciprocated
Where my love is made
it will sustain itself
It settles
Finds its focus, finds its home
It falls like rays
It falls like light sifting
Illuminates the scene
and knows its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2012


Keystone

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This is our foundation
Octahedral core
Locked together in a structure
that stands firm
holding open
the arches of energy
so great currents
of light
of power
can spiral through
up and down

We stand here strong
Holding it
At one in our service
to the elemental rhythms
At one like the sides of an arch
Our love the keystone.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2012


Coming Home

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My longings set out first

some weeks ago, like clouds
wandering upon some wind
looking for the stream to bring them
where they wished

My thoughts came next
More efficient, they immediately
found themselves home
attended to the things they needed
word empowered, neatly ordered

Finally, my body makes the trek
It’s slow, but it’s learning
It can’t quite fly like longings
or just be there, like thoughts
Today, through flights and waiting
it makes its way

No longer a delicate package
prone to discomfort
which has to be managed
No longer an egg
with liquid insides that get shaken

My body is learning
to stream free in Spirit
to move with the currents
that move all the elements
Not yet proficient at getting there quickly
Still it will find its way home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2012


Nothing Shall Offend Them

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“Great peace have they that love thy law, and nothing shall offend them.”  – Psalm 119:165

When you love the law of Life
You’re not offended
by Life’s bursting forth
out of all boundaries, all propriety
Loud, seductive, shameless
Always calling for more

When you love the law of Love
You’re not offended
by Love’s wide-armed inclusion
of everyone, everything
Never a need to have status, credentials
competitive edge, pedigree

When you love the law of Truth
You’re so full, each day
with the present dance of being
You have no time to be offended,
your every moment full
of living in the law of good.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2012


Wind

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The wind is blowing
through the trees, through the masts
whipping up the water
It is a constant rush, a varying roar
a restless conversation
White clouds sometimes get spread
before the sun
their shadows swiftly borne
across the land, the water
It has been like this all day
Such power
Effortless, insistent
Pulled by some invisible, compelling urge
Through and through the hours

I know this wind
It’s not infrequently
it blows through me all day
Feeling of constant crescendo
moving me, lulling me,
sweeping me mystical
Bearing me off on a dream.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 8, 2012


Drifting Off

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I close my eyes
I turn my sights inside
It’s quiet here, and dark
and undefined
And in the open space
my mind
begins to map
its cryptic pictures on the outward sounds

Before I know it
it has rolled another landscape
across the blank terrain of empty thought
from which then sounds and voices may emerge
And so the dream is woven
and I’m caught
into a world which may enchant,
may teach
Or keep its latent wisdom out of reach.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2012


Ancient Ways

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In my tribe 
the way it was
before the ancient ways were lost
to history, and to other tools
with which we’ve been subverted

In my tribe
each infant soul
was braided with such care
into the stream of all of us
that none was ever dropped or lost
and as it grew
each one learned its vital, pulsing rhythm
and its needed place
how to move strongly in the power of its knowing
how to contribute, how to own its name

So we were all 
united with the magic
and we strode along the elemental forces
and our hands knew how to bring
each fine idea to fruition
and our feet knew how to run the ancient courses

As they will again, as we remember
all the pathways of our common dreams
how to mirror forth our inner splendor
and braid ourselves together in the stream.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2012


Longing

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They are pacing around inside me
though I am not moving;
Though I’m sitting still,
you may see the darting
of some of them
looking out my windows —
My desires
who have nowhere to go
till I get home

And they drove me today
to go stand on the dock
in the warm wind and rain
To dive in and swim
with purposeful strokes
not towards any destination I could reach

They drive me to cram delight
into these last days
They stretch me taut
and strangely brighten
the moments that remain
before our paths bring us together once again.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 5, 2012


Gold

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This traffic
And this rain
And this pink-lined GPS
that shows me not moving
and may be telling me a bogus route
Cannot
In any way
obstruct the truth
of who and what and where I am

I am here
in the presence of peace
in the unfolding of Life
which ever takes
every sunlit and rain-drenched shaft of straw
and weaves
shimmering resplendent gold

Gold of liquid joy-filled richness
Gold of fine illumination
Gold of glowing moments and their memories
Lifting lilting luminosity
into all that’s here
Holding it eternal
where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2012


How to fly

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The steering of myself is subtle
and tricky, since these dials —
the ones that I was taught controlled 
my legs, my hands —
Turn out to have been only painted on
And the real controls
The ones that have the switch that lets me fly
Meticulously hidden for so long

I must remind myself each time
To leave the painted-on controls alone
To seek the hidden balance deep inside
And reconnect with what I’ve always known
To lean into the buoyant, flowing currents
Established when the world and I were formed
To catch the waves that carry me
along the perfect lines
where every move of grace has gone before.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 3, 2012