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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A Way Out

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I’m thinking that
we’re not getting out of this
the way we got in –
reaching blindly for
who we thought were leaders,
more and more divided
by who we trust to tell the truth

There certainly is a role
for the long road,
the honest bumping
along all the facts on the ground,
there is a role for perseverance
and for knowing something as it really feels
day by day

But there’s also a role for rising,
where consciousness sifts through the tales
and finds a resolution
in the place that hums
with the life that is never divided
nor invaded, nor conquered,
where norms dissolve
but truth and love remain.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3,.2020

That Which Rises Up

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We rise up, as does everything,
with wonder and gratitude
into the fact of being,
the rich Spirit that impels us
to grow, create, connect

We rise up because we must –
it is our milk, our joy,
it is our purpose

This is the substance of which we are made –
it is always with us,
and we are always with it –
splash of brilliance
that overcomes the heat,
flash of radiance
that lights our way.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2020

Growing

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(from the virtual biking philosopher’s notebook)

Not that you know more things,
but what you’ve always known
you know more deeply,
know what tumbling concatenations follow
from one truth,
know more things it disallows
by being true

Not that you grow into something you weren’t,
but what you are, you keep becoming,
grander and more like yourself than ever,
just like these firs.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2020

Eternal Now

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We live in the eternal now
and nothing else can touch us –
no troubled echoes from the past,
no fears of future outcomes

Here in the eternal now
we are fresh each moment,
and all the resources of now
are present for our use

In the eternal now,
there can be no sore spot,
no place rubbed raw, no pain
from previous exertion

No troubled memories,
no shell-shocked caution,
nothing cordoned off as minefield.
So we can thrive, forever safe
in the eternal now.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2020

Forgive, forgive

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I was too comfortable
as a half person,
willingly framing my merit
in contrast to someone else’s lack,
loving the feeling of being right,
of being in the club
of those who know

Even though, most often,
I found myself left out,
locked on the shadow side
not understanding why,
not seeing how that shadow
was of my own creating,
a function of dividing things in half

Forgive, forgive, forgive me
for the pain I caused my children
(for my own pain. I can effortlessly laugh)
Forgive, forgive –
and I will do the same
in every place I see to,
in every place I can.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2020

Breath of Life

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The perfect fitting of things
is not mechanical,
though we may observe
the intricate meshings,
though we may think
it’s a fragile webbing –
one strand misplaced
and all could fall away,
one beat missed
and everything could crash

But it can’t, it won’t.
It’s not mechanical.
No one thing depends upon another,
though it seems to.
This is the breath of Life,
everything moving in one Spirit,
each one bound
in deepest love,
directly to its cause.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2020

Heat Wave

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The heat kept ramping up
through the afternoon,
furnace winds blowing through,
drawing the moisture
out of everything

We looked for places
where we wouldn’t wilt,
employed extravagant technology,
and then, in hammock’s shade,
a breeze could soothe us some,
as long as we were quiet

Inner peace can help us cool
until the evening finally
releases its refreshing breath
and we can rest at last.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 26, 2020

Alone

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Each of you,
alone with your soul,
is doing a mighty work

There is no referent of comparison,
no one’s soul against which
you can hold your own
to take a measure

You are alone with your soul.
And what blooms in you –
particular concoction
of what you came from
and what you brought to it –
will always be as much a wonder
to yourself as to the others
who see it shine forth

You are companioned,
but that companionship is deeper
than the sum or product
of everyone you know

You are loved
before you even step out,
loved as you are,
alone with your soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2020

Partnership

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The land starts to tell me of our partnership
in phrases I can understand –
scent of sweet grass, and blackberry,
carried on the wind,
fledgling birds – jays, swallows, towhees,
calls of doves and hawks and deer

It hints of sensing our potential,
and patience till we come into our own.-
that we will tend it, and that it will flourish,
with more and more life
flowing in our home

Not a relationship of need
so much as dance – that we will each
bring out the richness of each other –
We will thrive, and it will thrive right with us,
all attesting to the potency of love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2020

Chores on the Land

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We spent three days
thwarting the plans of tansy,
pulling it by the roots,
cutting its yellow heads,
filling the plastic bags

There was time in the work for thinking –
how you spend so much of your life
trying to prove
to yourself and to others
that you are worthy,

And when you discover
your worthiness never was doubted,
always was secure,
there’s still a sweet desire
to be of service,
to lend your gifts
to the great unfolding
of every day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2020