Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

It’s my discipline to write a poem a day, and I post a poem here almost every day. To find a given poem or poems on a given topic, use the search bar at the right. To receive my poems by email, please subscribe, at right.

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The Innocence of Breath

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I wanted to return
to the mingling of molecules,
the way the essential oils
you rubbed on you at the beginning of the practice
ended up in my clothes, in my hair.
I wanted to feel the comfort
in breathing as one,
in mixing our breath,
in sharing the intimacy
of one experience together

I don’t want this to be forbidden.
I want to reestablish
the innocence of breath,
the wholesomeness of closeness,
the fact of our sovereignty
excluding any hate or thinking evil
about each other, any way
to do each other harm.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2020

Reason

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“Come now, and let us reason together, says the Lord”

I’ll show you reason –
I’ll show you the wild flight of Mind,
in which you soar and dive like a kite,
in which you fly right at the edge of
all you’re discovering, right now,
that you can know, and do, and be

I’ll show you reason –
this is the reason you’re here,
this is the Allness eclipsing every
exception, every fear of not
being included, every niggling thought
of being unable or unworthy

This is the life –
the one you came here for.
I’ll show you reason –
There is none other
but the truth of what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2020

Deep Questions

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What heals the flesh?
What can fathom all the layers,
the impresses of moments,
the memories?

What kind of tenderness
can reach beneath all that is hidden,
can comprehend
what has been deeply felt
but then suppressed,
what still remains although the mind
has long forgotten?

What perspicacity
can sense the secret signals
waiting to be awakened
so that they thoroughly confound
the surface suppositions?

It takes a light that renders flesh transparent,
that can’t be shrouded, since it sparks a source within,
it takes a moment that is like a thousand years
to show the innocence in which all flesh is held.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2020

As work continues

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The night deepens in,
the moon starts its climb,
you have gone up to the work site
to look at the low fog and the high stars,
up to your ears in cricket song,
your thoughts pulled back again
to the progress of building,
all the little steps and things to think of,
things to redesign, things to figure out

Till the fog and stars and crickets
call you back again
to the pure magic
of where you are,
till the coalescing chilliness
brings you home.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2020

Crafted

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“Shall the clay say to the potter, you have no skill?”

Let me be alive
to the touch which forms me,
the firm impress of understanding,
the subtle nuance of guidance

Let me thrill to the imparting
of my sense of who I am –
where I mesh, what I am called to,
what I can do

There is glory
in the constant contact –
smooth rippling, light catching, life sparking,
there is peace in knowing
I’m in my creator’s hands.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2020

From the hammock, this afternoon

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The trees took my thoughts,
spun them up through the lights in their branches,
sent back an illustration
that clarified everything

In that way, it was a conversation –
what they told me, what I told them.
Between us, there was much uplift,
in gesture and perspective,
depth of dimension, colors, light,
exaltation in what, together,
we came to understand.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 29, 2020

By lamplight and by moonlight

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By lamplight and moonlight,
cricket undulations coming to the fore,
we settle into day’s end, sit on the porch
for just a little more

Cooked from the high arc of the day,
cooled by darkening evening,
we feel the equanimity
from work and well earned rest

There’s more to do tomorrow,
there’s a night’s sleep to slide into –
cushion for the coming day,
so little time to find a rhyme
before I slip away.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2020

Juices

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My friends of the Spirit –
we are called to celebrate,
from different sides of the country,
from different sides of the veil

It doesn’t matter where or when
we are -.this celebration
is of the gifts we bring,
juices gathered and concentrated down
by our experience,
truth we learn at first as image,
wrought out solid through our practice

I can feel close to you –
I can recognize the flavor
of your contribution –
scent of berry, spice, and honey
laces freshest air.
We don’t need to talk to share the blessing –
I feel it on the wind that you are there.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 27, 2020

Forgive Me

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Forgive me, for I went far too long
without noticing your magnificence.
It’s an affront to your creator,
failing to see
the grand capacity of your imagination,
the worlds you can construct,
the life force you contain,
and the great colors
of your joy, your love, your hope

These are not things to be dismissed,
to be eclipsed
by some petty requirement my will suggested.
These are things to open out my views,
to rejoice over,
to teach me of the dear design of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 26, 2020

To stand before the king

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Let me be nourished, these years,
by the pure essence
of what I am,
as it rises, churning forth light,
to meet what calls it,
as it answers with its own self
the summons to expand,
to venture forth like stars
in a young universe,
to feed itself with acts of blessing
it is called to give,
to feel itself becoming, more and more,
the very heart of all it has desired

In that way, after three years,
let me stand before the king,
for any king will see
this light outshines
any standards of the world,
this light is true –
true, always, to its source.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2020