Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Hope for the World

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(From the biking philosophers’ notebook)

If the world is separate from us,
All its systems
waltzing madly onward
toward our doom,
And we have no reign, no reins —
If someone else has made these bad decisions
And we, as pawns, must pay
in servitude and stress
There is no hope

But if we dream the world
in our sleep and in our aspirations
And if the world is breathed into its being
by our collective breath
And by our inspiration
Then nothing that we see exists outside ourselves
And as we heal ourselves
we’ll breathe it whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 1, 2012


Blue Moon, August

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(Martha’s Vineyard)

One last warm summer night
Moon I can read by
(well, not quite)
But enough bright water
wind lapped, moon filled
to light up our boat and its sail

Our wake turns in sparkles
beside the bow
The boat trips along through the waves
Night air fills our spirits
with exhilaration
Elixir out-boosting the day

Someone once told me
the full moon will always shine
Push all the clouds aside
ruling the sky
Here, indeed, 
though a choir of clouds has appeared,
The moon passes through them, 
lighting them all.

So blessed, they approach it
They circle, they bow
They frame it, they veil it
But still in remains
To dance with them, kiss them
send them along,
and stand, then, alone in the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 31, 2012



Companion

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When I ride
you are with me
You and I together
float above my sight to the left
embracing
while the beach scape
rolls out beside us
and the morning clouds
white after their metamorphosis at dawn
look on
And I feel the satisfaction of togetherness
while my legs pump up the hills
And it’s a shared experience
the way the wind pushes
at my face as I glide down
arms now spread wide —
a well-earned flight —
I take you with me
so your heart will know me,
so our hearts
will recognize each other from afar.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 30, 2012


The Nest of Home

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The nest of home
is woven out of love —
So many tendrils necessary
to make it strong

When home is strong
We have a place
where we don’t need
to hold ourselves up

We can relax
into the love of others
and in that relaxation
add our strength
Weave in our own bright threads
to build the home to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2012


Soul Kiss

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For you to take all that you need,
Greedily drinking from the great infinity,
Feeds me, too —
If you have made me conduit,
All that bright strength
whooshes through me on its way to you
So we rise together
Cleaving to the vast eternal stream
In every breath regenerated
Reengaging with our ancient dreams.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2012



Thanks

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To my dear friends
who together
have lifted up
the blanket of my sky
Freed my feet
from its tight tangles
Opened out my sight:

My gratitude
for this expanded view,
this new freedom to move,
and all I see
Fills me full
Fuels my fire
Feeds my fresh joy —
So many sparkles in these days!
Thank you for your light, your shine,
Your ways.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 26, 2012


Late August

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Summer tumbles
in somersaults and quick cartwheels
Everyone rushing to have fun
Taste last fine times while sun’s
bright fruits 
still ooze their juices

Night falls faster
Crickets’ serenade continues
Coolness creeps around the edges of the days
Goldenrod reigns
And the scent of dried wildflowers,
And pangs of endings and beginnings
crash into each other’s heels
in a dazed attempt
to brake
against the steep acceleration of the year.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2012


Naming Power

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To call  a system of electric wire “power lines”
is as much of a misnomer
as to call a shopping mall a village—
a deflection of the true meanings of those words

An attempt to distract us
from the potent energetic vessel
called a village
the dome of contiguity enfolding and protecting
incubating, bringing forth—
miracle of mutual support

And the primal lines of power
that we feel
running along our skin
shooting from our fingertips
in bright sparks
carrying the impulses of worlds
in smooth arcs
pulling everything into connection
caressing it calm
singing it whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2012



True Reflection

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These are not the signals
This is not the track on which you are fulfilled
Turn away from that mirror
Ask for the inner call
Seek your true reflection
in an ancient tree
or anything you can still find
of earth’s wildness
Pull up, from depths
the memories of times when you were sparked
When that deep surge of your aliveness
rumbled up like magma from your core

Feel the rivers of your inner landscape
rise to meet what you recall
Feel them roaring, thrumming, thundering
beneath your skin
In the glow that they engender
you will see yourself reflected
in the light you see responding
from other eyes
This is the true signal
This is how you know 
what you are,
This is your shape, your shine, your size.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 23, 2012


Destiny

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It is no miracle
for Life to put us each
in our perfect place
For grand improbabilities of events
to make us converge
at the right site
and the right time
in the right readiness
to be the perfect gifts
for each other
It is as simple and steady
as the great breathing in and breathing out
of days, of tides
of heat that rises and falls
and vapors that return as rivers
to the sea

All these things accord with Life’s intent
to manifest itself, and so it does —
Our harmony insured
by what Life is:
Its fiat forms the worlds
and also us.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2012