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True Testimony

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I will not argue
against myself anymore.
I will not deny
my power or my desire,
I will not take the side
of death, decline, fatigue.

I am alive,
and Life’s essence
is the one thing I must manifest
in the being of myself —
I must always move as Life moves —
growing, sheltering, blooming,
attracting, rejoicing, communing.

I separate myself
from the internal voices
that try to make me think
I desire inertia.
I am of Life,
and Life supports my being
what it is, what I am.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2013


Morning

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Waking up,
you start to see
that there’s no need to go back
among the scattered shards,
the steady ebbing of your fluids
and the halted breath
to find and try to rescue
all the fallen parts.

Nothing is broken
and your being
shines as fresh within this day
as it has always shone.
There is no tally
of all those wrongs,
the generations of remorse,
the shame.
It’s all gone
in this, the morning:
Your name is clear,
your loveliness the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 29, 2013


Harvest Time

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No worries that my blooms have slowed —
It is a time when juices flow toward seeds,
cushion them with sweetness,
bestow the gifts they need
to carry them on to the next grand rising —

A push of final energies,
a giving out of everything —
no stinting for the life that will remain.

After this part is over
and the new life moves on,
there will still be enough —
the nourishment will gather
in my roots and core,
and my stillness send its signal out
along the vast connections underground,
preparing me for more.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2013


Preparation

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There are so many ways
this whole dream could end
that I’ve gone beyond worrying.
In the end, I have to take my stand,
have to be unmoved,
uncowed by all the threats,
because life is like that, I guess —
Seedlings make their stands
on impossible outcroppings.
Sometimes they grow anyway,
into big trees.

If everything changes
I will still 
do what seems best at the time,
still fight for life and love,
still be
whatever it is I am.
So my best preparation
is to know what that is
and live it,
fearlessly, fiercely,
with all my heart.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 16, 2013


Shema

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I can’t keep going through days like this,
full of the steady progress of planned projects
and the routines of pleasant obligations,
flitting through them like high clouds
marbling the sky and drifting off.

Our fathers were instructed to make a portal
(“they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes”)
— a frame to go through every morning
and every time they looked out on the world
reminding them to leave behind
any images that they’d accumulated,
anything that let them move through life on automatic
such that they might forget
to engage with that ever unfolding 
wild adventure of being.

They had a portal to remind them,
Stand in awe of the Oneness.
Our mothers knew:
“My soul doth magnify the Truth.”
This is what I am here for.
Let me remember.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2013


The One Who Loves Me

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The one who loves me,
and who always has,
is the one who rivers me,
who flows my substance through me,
flows me through its being —
all my life, my love —
that ever eager pulse
that shows me forth in glimmers
and in full shine
as always so much deeper
than the shifting stories
I and others have called “me.”

The One who loves me
and who always has
brings up my love, full on, to meet it,
teaches me everything I know
of how to love.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2013


Tidal

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In the sea’s splendid surge —
foam swirling, gathering,
showing the grand dance of waves —
There is no resistance —
nothing that fails to move
in that symphonic harmony,
no molecule that bucks against the thunderous tide.

No more can we 
rebel against the law that moves us —
not as something separate from us
but in a oneness
like waves and water —
so we are held.
So we swirl, so we dance,
so we flow.
There’s no resistance
and there is no failing
in the surge of Life’s unending tide.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2013


Fruition

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This is a time of closing of the arc,
not as in a downward fall towards death,
climax past,
but as integrity of structure,
in which the strength is realized,
and all the flyaway, forgotten hopes
of many years
now have a place
to weave themselves back in,
to form a vessel
that can hold
all these sweet fruits.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2013


A Most Important Thing

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At this time of life
depth seems a most important thing —
the balance weights that extend  
below the illusion we call the ground,
the ones that give us
dynamic presence
so we can’t be tumbled
from our own truth.

Though many forces
may push us flat against the ground,
we are not phased
for we rebound,
immediately realign
with what we are,
embody a circumference
that’s wider far
than what we had before believed.

We need this depth
to move with purpose
through the social daze,
We need this size 
to overcome the myth of death.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 7, 2013


Crickets

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Cricket song, like stars
in the soundscape of the night
illumines the crisp air
with points of aural light

Memories of moments
stretch across the years,
bright spots of joy
like cricket song
fill my eyes and ears

There is a place
for every sound,
for every voice.
So crickets,
alone and in their undulating chorus
invoke my inner song,
let my heart rejoice.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2013