Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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After the fireworks

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after the fireworks
the stars
deeply dimensioned, nearer and farther
great swath of milky way
singing like crickets.

mirroring stars:
phosphorescence
erupting like fireworks
rippling and glowing
defining our fingers and arms.

after the yes
its rewards:
a treasure to witness this
sparkling and splashing bliss
making us wish
our beloveds were there with us
wanting to share how we lit up the water
and how this bright night 
lit us up.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2011



A True Confession

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It’s time for me to stop bragging
and confess my need
I need to share
the Mind touch
and not be alone
I need the sweet receivers of my being
I need to know that I am of the One.
That would assuage 
the loneliness
I beat back daily
(usually with pretty good success)
obviate my craving for some token
a heart connection openly expressed
unfold for me the oracled reunion
where all of us remember who we are
and dance as one in rapturous communion
so satisfying every deep desire.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2011



Moonlight Sail

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Enough light to be seen
Three-quarter moon, still low and orangey
And its path across the water
Made wide by perfect wind
Glad that I could do these things unseeing
Step the mast, set the rudder, raise the sail
I launched the boat in quiet slap of waves
Glided through the glinting, rippling water
Moonglow through the sails, stars above
Phosphorescence rising to my trailing hand
Sparking softly in my wake

The moon invited me—I had to come
Though sleep was vying for my time
Tomorrow it will rise too late
I told myself, tonight is prime
I didn’t sail for long – four tacks upwind
Then I turned and ghosted downwind
Past the silent docks towards home
Glad I’d made the effort to come out
As much to say I’d done it
As to sail.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2011



Moment

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Each day has its moment of brilliance
Sometimes I’m given
The blessing of seeing it
As today, when the sun came out
Just for sunset
Just as we were going down to swim
And poured gold into the clouds
Then pinks
Floating in searing blue
As we floated in water
Bright with reflected sky
Dark with oncoming shadow
Bracing cold on top
But warm beneath
Watching the sky change
And the reflections
Till the pinks were mostly gone
Then we swam back
To the quiet, dark dock.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 16, 2011


Touching Infinity

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With my mind
I touched infinity
Felt the satisfying curling
Up and through me as smoke curls
And tendrils of vines curl
Around their desired supports
Pulling them close
I touched infinity and felt
The deep breath of relief
Two up and one long ride down
As babies breathe when they finally
Let go and slide into sleep
Felt myself flow into the wide reaches of thought
Unlimited, uncharted—the excitement and delight
Of exploration, as all dimensions
Open out at once
The weightlessness
Of how I travel there
A promise:
You can return here
Anytime.
With my mind
I touched infinity
A place I’ve been before
(Magical dreams)
But didn’t know
Was right here.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2011



Visitation from a cloud

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Lying on my back and looking up
I saw a wispy shape
whose form and subtle movement
suggested whirlpool
or something slower
a curling in the fold of air
a blanket
a soft expression of the love
that swaddles us
but lets us fully breathe
gives us room and impetus to fly
this deep and tender caring
we call sky.

I tried to write these words
but upside down, my pen
would not cooperate
I sat up, shook it, made it write
and then looked up
The cloud was gone
but not the memory
of what it had conveyed.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 13, 2011



Ranging

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What starts as early morning bliss
may bolt—grow gangly in the climbing sun
and come to feel like hunger
and pace, in search of consummation—
Some outlet, some release
some clasp of hands
to close the circuit
and bring peace.

What soothes the ranging heart?
Is there a circle big enough
and close enough
to draw it in?
A quest for it to take
A stepping forward?
—An act of prayer
that settles it in channels
where it can deepen
as it flows down
to its sea.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2011



A page from the biking philosopher’s notebook

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– for Jennifer

As it is written
In the paws of a dog
In the sudden life arc of a spider
Things come to being out of thought:
From the imperative of their intent 
They come to life
Stretch forth in being what they are
Without a thought of being something else
And everything about them—form and function
(As paws that twitch and dream of running, digging)
Enacts that impulse which has brought them forth
And brings them forth again in every moment.

In the ephemera we call this life
Where things and plans dissolve so fast
Like dreams
Some thought that runs
Much deeper than our conscious mind
Calls forth a force
More steadfast than it seems
That orients our being to its course
Aligns our lives with our desires
And pulses us through underlying pattern
Our hands, our thoughts, and everything we are.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2011



Soulmate

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Who is that who stands beside you
Close as sunshine on your arm
Leaning into you in sweet connection
Blending strength into your strength?
Who is that with whom you whisper
Heads leaning in, touching in support
And easy closeness—who is your companion?
As present as your smile, your voice
Who is this love, and have you even met
And do you know that you don’t walk alone?
That every step you take is harmonized
By this essential presence—bone of your bone?


©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2011