Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

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Trust Fall

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Fall into the field, they said
and let its fundamental frequency
align your life in harmony
All you never knew to hope to be
is yours. Just take it – go ahead.
Fall into our arms, she said
It is a way for you to trust your friends
We’ll brace together and we’ll catch you safe
A hug you’ll feel beyond the moment’s end
It’s in your heart, and also in your head.
Fall in love, I say.  Why not?
for love will catch you, sure as any arms
and love’s the field, if there is any here
In love you float beyond all doubt, all fear
The gift that’s always free, but can’t be bought.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2011



Paradigm shift

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So easy to set down the frames
of all whereby I have defined myself
my attributes, my limitations, names
and every boundary in which I bind myself
So easy now to leave behind my ego
and all the tortured games of win and lose
which I have come awake embroiled in,
as if from dreaming, nothing I would choose
So clear to me that shame has no more place
and there’s no me that needs to be defended
We move together flowing into grace
and grace moves us just how it has intended:
the ego’s dissipation and the soul’s increase
beyond all fear and into primal peace.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2011



Temple

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The temple of God is holy, which temple ye are. 
                                        I Corinthians 3:17

Come into my temple
Come into the body of my love
which is the tuning of a chord
that spreads its harmony
across the reach of space
and hums around you 
like a lullaby
and gathers you
(cry, or don’t cry)

Come into my temple
where you are hallowed
and your steps
call forth a rush of joy and wonder
at the gift you are
and what you bring
and let the oneness of our being
reverberate.



©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2011





afterglow

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after dark
sunshine exacts its sweet toll
in currency of sleep
each coin glinting with the memory
of sun-soaked scenes
in golds and greens
each one heavy
pulling my attention down
into a pool of lassitude
where all intention melts
behind the pulsing 
of the heat returning to the night
rising from my skin
recounting every moment
drawing me in.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2011



Freedom to Move

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Yesterday’s poem and today’s were both inspired by watching clips of the PS22 Chorus.(check them out here)   The charismatic teacher doesn’t keep any glory for himself but brings it out in the kids, who move freely and nail the syncopated rhythms and the harmonies and the nuances of the melody.  I was amazed by their freedom and also by what the teacher’s example taught about what’s possible.  My own freedom of movement has been a relatively new development; watching them move so naturally made me think about where such freedom comes from – that perhaps it’s more natural that it be there effortlessly than that it be hard won.
Birthright
No need to retreat behind your skin
to a small box that thinks without moving
some disconnected separate life within
that dreads a coming time of proving
There is no course of regimented learning
and no certificate required
The potent path of following your yearning
delivers you to where you are inspired
We each are born with full permission
to move in elemental grace
to bring our ancient essence to fruition
to fully fill our pre-established place
Each of us, by right, lives in connection
Our turning, and the world’s, bring forth perfection.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 17, 2011



Body and mind

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My body is not
the puppet of a mind
that rides eye high
in the sedan chair of its head
and steers it with its rods and strings
in jerky, awkward movement.
My mind is not a lonely recluse
staring out its eye windows
wishing it could move with grace
and interact, and know some body.
Nexus more than locus
in dynamic intersection
Nodes of pulsing energy
Swift connecting unity
No disembodied mind
No mindless body:
one being that is won
living in the One.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2011



Resistance and Yielding

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A friend taught a workshop in kinesthetics about resistance and yielding.  She helped us experience the extremes of those opposites so we could recognize them in our bodies, and then to consider a way of moving that might integrate the two.  
Integration
There is a rhythm of the tension and release
a gathering, and then a flowing
I speak of giving birth,
and many smaller things:
telling a story — giving all the words
their needed space, their needed hush
so in their turn they can pour forth
with their needed rush
and prayer — the sweet immersion
into silence, the waiting pause that builds
until the stillness is profound enough
to welcome in the Word
There is a time to hold your breath
to be a vessel where the forming hopes distill
till they well up and tumble forth
along the channels of Life’s will.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2011



Inner light

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It rains, it rains
The rivulets run down
irregular but constant
and the sound
is soporific and insistent.
That crow outside
is definitely wet
This afternoon will grant no respite
So I need to think
of inner light
and two delightful people
who were suns for me today
lighting up the rooms
and spreading warmth
The glow has stayed —
A lavished layer of brightness
in the lining of my being
Soft as fur 
Warm as tended fire.
May 11, 2011



Matthew’s Beach

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We’ve had very few sunny days this year, and fewer still that have been warm.  So when the temperature crested sixty-three degrees today, it seemed a time for celebration.  I biked to Matthew’s Beach and sat in the life guard’s seat, observing.
At the lake
Children’s voices ring out like
the dance of waves 
which skitter down the beach
like children leaping
plastic pails in hand
skipping back and forth
like waves
to meet the shore
(sun-catching hair flips like flags)
deep in the abandon
of sand-encrusted hands
and startling splashes.
Parents tend them
hold them in the C of their attention
Half-circled arms
in gesture of protection
as momentary sun
kisses us all.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 14, 2011



Dream Gift

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For tonight, an old one:
My friend,
I’d like to take you with me on a dream
one where we have no weight
or where our legs are long as sunset shadows
and we stride down the colors
glide through the shifting sweetness of the wind
side by side
soul by soul
far away
until you step beyond the cords of weary day
free
I’d like to have you wake up
with that glow remaining
so that, as you walk down city streets
blue sky fills your heart.


©Wendy Mulhern
October, 1987