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Like a Mocha

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Beneath the froth of stories
is the thick, rich liquid,
hot and satisfying,
that is my reason
to sip this drink of you.
In the dark converging
of all that’s potent,
I take you in.
I wanted to get to this point,
held my lips closed
to keep out the superfluous,
to feel the rush of you
come up from underneath.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2013


What I’m here for

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I have these eyes —
this intersection of perception,
this way of seeing

I have this truth at my core
that gives me context
to interpret what is here,
to understand the law
that flows in everything

I have this love
(not made by me
but found in me, as me)
It is my life to be it,
to insist that it illumine
all that I behold,
so bearing witness
with my eyes, my truth, my love
to what I am,
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 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


The One That Chooses

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for Edward

See? The one that chooses
chooses true —
How else could we have known,
though we were very young
and scarcely knew ourselves,
that it was right for us to be together?

And though we jockeyed —
tried and mostly failed
to put forth our positions —
though we had so little power
to influence each other
as we took our stands at our opposing poles

Eventually our magnets had to shimmy
to settle us right here
in snuggled closeness
and we asked each other last night:
Who chose who?

Well, maybe this was chosen
not by us
so much as by our deeper essence
that moves not from a choice
but from a law —
a law that works regardless of our constructs,
The law that shines the stars and tunes the worlds.

Happy Anniversary, my love!

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2013


Circles

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Here is the circle
where I am held in your heart,
All of me enclosed, included,
Swinging in the hammock
of your care.

Here is the circle of radiation —
all of the warmth
that flows from that cozy enclosure,
Spread to include
those who come in the line of my sight,
Sure to exude all the comforts 
of this dear delight.

Here is the circle
of all who are drawn to the love,
Bringing their own light
and feeling it rise in the center.
Here is the joining of links that will hold us
in that grateful unity
called our community
All of which grows from the start
of how I am held in your heart.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2013


Release

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I release you
to the greater parent,
the source of your I Am,
the equilibrium that guides you
from the center of the earth,
the inner light that grounds you to the stars.
What you are has always been
so much greater
than any sense of you I tried to manage.

I release me
to the greater parent,
who will not hold me to my failings
but ever lifts me up
with awe inspiring joy —
tosses me, laughing, towards the sky,
catches me, surely,
in arms that know me as their very own —
sends me out on splendid paths to roam,
brings me to an ever wider home.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2013


Observation

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I lie alongside myself —
it feels like two of me,
the me curled in the heart of Mind
and me imagining myself
as one observed.
The identity of the observer
is important —
When I feel that someone loves me,
the observer looks on kindly,
and I can snuggle
inside myself
assured that I belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2013


To Chris: Angel Wizard

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It took coming together
to know
the gift of your questions —
to see how broadly they were cast
and how we each,
from our deep longing to be heard,
were so enchanted —
sweet that you should ask,
sweet that you should listen
with such articulate and cogent interest —
the light so thrown on us
that (what now seems surprising)
we never thought to ask about the source —
that unassuming shining
that reached out to hold us up
and make a structure
in which we held the love
to keep you safe.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2013


Doors

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There’s much more room
here in my mind
than I thought,
for any one of these doors —
any one of them! —
can open,
and each one opens to infinity.

This room I may have thought
was my perimeter —
closed doors marked as places I can’t go:
people I have deemed unlike me,
people I don’t know —
I can open these doors
(forgiveness somehow seems to be the key)
so all that light
floods in

And where before
I was blocked off,
now I have a vast world to explore.
Love, as it turns out,
is not linear —
it radiates
in an expanding sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 7, 2013


Reflections while driving home from recovering my car after it was towed from where my children parked it

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I’m grateful that you’re here,
grateful that we could bail you out
and bring you home,
and have you in our lives,
Grateful that this, too,
is life-building,
and you will be stronger
because of it

Grateful to have learned
(though sorry that I didn’t learn it sooner)
that we only have one job
concerning you,
which is to see you —
to behold, in awe, your essence,
far more intricate and comprehensive
than we could grasp in a moment
or in years,
though we might glimpse it
in either years or moments . . .

No need to compel or criticize —
We only need (and need to only)
see and celebrate
what you bring,
what you give,
what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 29, 2013