Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Holding light, holding tight

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My halo clasp

tender circle ‘round your aura
invokes my care
my longing to protect you
hold you dear
make you know how deeply
you are loved

My tight grasp
invokes my infant instinct
to hold on, hold on tight
to feel your care
to be loved
to trust that you are there
I hold on never wanting to let go
as if I’ll never get enough
I need it so

Your tight grasp
invokes my mother-love
makes me want to hold you up forever
Your light clasp
gives me buoyancy and wings
and sweet permission
to fill myself with light
and let my heart pursue its mission.
Light and tight, each in its proper hour
Each hold has its purpose and its power.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2012





Breathwork

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My breath came in and in
Like beach waves into tide pools
Flowing over rocks and into cavities
Rush of filling up the waiting places
Then
Like beach waves
It receded
Out and out, draining every crevice
Pulling seaweed back
Exposing mussels
Washing nutrients across
the tiny mouths
Again, and still again
And I remembered
Yes, we live in breathing
As with breath
So must it be
with everything I am
No isolation and no static being
To be alive, I need to flow
in constant interaction
In venture and return, interdependent
My life sustained by everyone I know.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2012



In this house of prayer

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In this house of prayer
that is me —
everything I am —
With daily intermittent bursts
I find
the freedom from all other law

No weight of history
no drag of social norms
no march of time
no fear, no fading sense
no falling off of purpose
no decay
can touch the being
I am learning here

Surrendered to the dawn of the divine
my every move impelled
by that which constantly
surprises me
I find its grace, its elegance
so intricate, so fine
unfolds my joy to feel
the Soul-force that comprises me

In this house of prayer
I learn to move in love
to see that this is what I am
and all I live to prove.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2012


(background music: Isaac Shepard, “Fleeting Moments”)

Parallel Paths

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(to my friends)

What if we’re walking
on parallel paths of discovery?
Each in our different spheres
with our different lessons?
So when we hold them up 
for one another to see
The windows of insight 
line up miraculously

Then, though our walking 
may be overwhelmingly solo
with times where it feels
there is no one we ever could talk to
It might give us comfort 
amid our own darkness to know
We’ll have plenty in common 
when next we converge in our walking

Light matches light
Light in its buoyancy rises
Beacons from path to path
Giving us courage
Bringing fresh joy to our eyes.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 5, 2012



Everyday Miracles

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 (Inspired by Leo’s words)














The miracle is what we do together
It’s not required that you or I
should raise the dead
For now it’s plenty
that we be alive
And that we each
bring our small gift
and see it multiplied
by all the others who have done the same

The miracle is what we do together
It’s not required that you or I 
should light the world
But that we each conduct
that bright electric spark
that holds our hands enclasped
while the current
the one that lights our every cell with life
flows through us and illuminates the whole

The miracle is what we do together
It’s how we feel to have our thread of song
caught up in harmony and echoed through each other
in that great chord to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2012


(background music: Isaac Shepard “back to basics”)

At a roadside stand

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You can weave rainbows
into your work
its beauty
and yours
will shine as reflections
of each other
You can weave quetzals
and flowers
in the tradition of your grandmother
but with your own flair
hidden there
in that dark and crowded stall
hung so thickly
with tapestries
in impossibly bright colors
we entered to look
and you appeared shyly
third person we’d seen
emerge from the shadow
You said, “You like? This my work.”
You and your weaving
lit up that place
so now we have
one of your rainbows
and, reflected, the memory
of your charming smile.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 3, 2012



Trip’s end

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Lazy as lizards
in wilting heat
we wait
The fans twirl
Time has shifted gears
as we descend:
Loud, hot, slow rumble
of our trip’s approaching end
Roads are shorter, returning —
Signs and sights less strange
And as we travel back, we see
how much we’ve changed
how much we’ve grown
how much we’ve done
So much experience
we’ve crammed
in this small span of time
Tomorrow we’ll arrive at home
We’ll sleep, and then unpack our clothes
Allow the normal tendrils once again
to wrap us in the patterns of our days
Much later, over weeks and months
We still will be unpacking
perspectives, images, connections, loves
new things to share, new family to be tracking
We still will be considering
how much there is to learn
And now will be imagining
our next return.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2012





Mystica Lodge — Renewal of Soles

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It was a place
for the renewing of my soles
where all the textures offered
to bare feet
nourished them
sent them remembering
their primal, holy walk
over the land,
the way they are receptors
of earth’s essential messages
They reveled in the contact
They tingled
with the joy of connection
They sent
reports of soundness
bounding up into my soul
Soul and soles rejoiced together
feeling whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 31, 2012



One Tribe

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We are all one tribe
Anything that says otherwise
is the old story
that we have been told
that we have believed
that we have enacted
But never
has it been true
And the dawning
of that realization
moment by moment
like sheaths slowly dropping
from flowers emerging
Will bring all the brightness forth
Colors and fragrance
and fresh interaction
Bountiful blooming
of deep satisfaction
What we have longed for
not knowing it’s possible
One tribe uniting —
Reunion of song.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2012





Wishing

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The power of a simple wish
If left in peace to germinate
Will gather secret energies
Push through the surface
And create
As perfect as a tender leaf emerging
The image that impelled the wish’s urging
You wished for home —
That place we all desire —
Not that we travel all those miles and hours
But that right here, with no need to acquire
You feel home’s deep rejuvenating power
And so it was, a few turns down the road
A sign we followed, mostly just to see
Where every token that, for you, said home
Was waiting there in breathless harmony
And not that place alone, but others since:
Each time we let the wish unfold in peace,
It shows its graceful power to evince
surprising bounty
in the meeting of our needs
Such gifts await us!
Such satisfaction we may know
By cherishing the wish
Then letting go.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2012

(background music:  Isaac Shepard, “Let Me Sleep”)