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Chaff and Wheat

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wheat and chaff

The chaff is not nothing
— nothing is nothing —
It has a history
It has a future
It follows the dispersing energy
along the edge of wind
It lands against a fence
and gives its final nutrients
back to the ground

Or it ignites
in one last sparking,
its light and heat
a parting gift
before it burns to ash
becoming even more diffuse

The wheat is weighty,
concentrated in,
It holds the seed of life
It holds the focused plan
It is prepared for next year’s season
to drink the draft of life and thrive

And those first blades it sends
in vibrant springing green
to take in sun
to make the next year’s seed
will then at season’s end grow dry,
becoming chaff

So goes the cycle
with nothing wasted
Nothing is nothing —
All that has loved
still has a value here,
still has a place.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2014

Here is my love

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clouds from deck

Here is my love
that doesn’t cling
that doesn’t slide around its objects
to the dark side

that doesn’t grasp
that doesn’t weigh them down
or take up residence within their forms
as jealousy, possession

Here is my love
that must stay love
— all light —
illuming and infusing everything
and never changing —

Light as these wing tips
poised on the edge of that taut span
that masters flight,
poised to guide my actions
in the nuance
of the sweet embrace
of all that shimmers
and all that waits to shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2014

Climb

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climb

I was walking looking backward
because my work was beautiful
and my friends were beautiful
and oh, my love was beautiful
and I didn’t want to leave them

But there are turns along this path
and footsteps that require my attention,
There is so much to keep learning —
Things I don’t even have names for, yet

So I will look forward, and trust
that love and friendship,
like the moon,
will still preside over my days
and not be lost
around the many bends ahead.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 4, 2014

In the volume of the book it is written of me

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Sacrifices and offering hast thou not required,
but a body hast thou given me

Lo, I come —
Here I am,
delivered, finally
to this purpose
of living love

For which I’ll need
all the ever present angels
to ride with me,
to guide me,
to let me know
in a way that I can feel it
that I am loved,
that I am not alone

But even if I were alone,
this path is too compelling
to abandon —
My strides bear me upward
to new vistas.
I start to remember flying.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2014

Photo by Heather Mulhern

Mind and Love

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greenlake trees

The mind set free
turns naturally
to love —
Love’s expansive joy,
love’s boundless curiosity,
love’s keen attention to each fine detail,
each grand connection

The loops that chain the mind
hem love in, too —
The criticism, and the painful weight
of envy and comparison and judging

But they can’t stand
when love expands —
It breaks their loops
with sheer exuberance

And fills the heart with light
and sets the mind to flight
across the infinite and still unfolding realm
that is its home
when love is at the helm.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2014

Early Morning Smile

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I cherish your
early morning smile,
rare as days when we can wake
to sunbeams,
hope-igniting as robin song.
We blink and face each other
and fill with light

We are here
and though chains of the day
await your donning,
we can almost see
the way they must dissolve,
We can almost taste the freedom
to live into that smile,
to let it lead us through the hours
released, at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2014

Inside

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We are all pure inside,
We are all innocent.

The raging game of blame,
justification, tallies of offenses,
indignation,
the cringing battles fought within
about the way things went
and what they could have been,
the cover stories, image and bravado
are all just cloaks
and superficial froth
that hide the truth
that we are pure inside

And some of us, for some of us
will have a miracle of insight
to find the door, to take the path,
to wend their way inside
and with their touch reveal
each other’s innocence,
releasing that bright truth
to light each other
and, perhaps, the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2014

Here with us

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(to my mom)

You have prepared
this place of openness
so that the scent of blossoms
and the beauty
in the shapes of trees
can go right in
(not asking for permission)
just flooding you —

You light up with them
and with the quiet calls of birds
and with simple presence —
We are here
and that is good —
that is enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2014

Divine Approval

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Approval

Every toenail, every finger,
every hope, each deep desire,
every tendril of your being
reaching out for lower, higher

Every way you’ve always wished
that you could be received,
Every gift in you
you wanted someone to believe,
All the efforts you have made
to find your tribal home,
All the work you did
while wishing not to be alone

These things all meet
with heaven-sweet, divine approval —
You are loved
from the deep core of who you are,
You’ve never stepped beyond the glow
of Love’s unceasing care,
So it must glow in you,
and where you go,
it meets you there.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 27, 2014

Melting Ice

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feet above water

 

 

 

 

Our hearts are too warm
for us to wield the spears of ice,
and all our old wounds
will heal after the ice melts

And it won’t matter
if we were wounded
by ourselves or someone else

After the ice
will be the cold water,
the daring plunge —
the lake of self-acceptance —

The water’s fine
once you get used to it
and as it warms up
from your now-rekindled fire.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2014