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Reunion

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It was summer
and the bright, reaffirming waves
rolled down across everything
coursing through our limbs
bringing out the warm, languid affection
in which movement and laughter
flowed freely between us

It is summer again today
and we, reunited,
don’t need to work to make connection —
It’s here
in the liquid lines that join us
deeper than words,
deeper than roles,
deeper than thought.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 7, 2013


Evening, Home

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Well, I won’t dwell on
the little unravellings at the edges —
backwash of doubts about an interaction,
nagging thoughts of having done it wrong —

Better to remember
the afternoon light
and the touch of hands
with the home-soaring
but ever unexpected joy
that flew like swallows
from the moment of connection

Better to notice
how deep and ultimately unerring
is the impulse
that stands behind me
ready to pour out
from my eyes and mouth and fingertips
when I am attentive,
when I give consent.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 3, 2013


Love speaks like this

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Wait just a moment
And you can feel the love flow in
Like water on the tidal shore
seeps through the sand
melting the footprints

Let the impressions all grow wide and bright
and shimmery
While the answering rush of warmth
wells up in you
This, too, will shine —
Flash out its signal
Far across the water
to the other side.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 30, 2013


Weaving Love

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As she began to pull her glorious love
out and out,
As it billowed and wrapped
its luxurious fabric,
Covering more and more,
She began to understand:

This love is not about being trapped
This love can’t be kept in a box,
Can’t be contained
This love is about weaving the world
It is the stuff that holds all the things together

It can hold a man,
A clan,
The flow of peace throughout the land,
It can harmonize the seas
And set all things at ease —
Look how everyone dives into it
with such abandon,
Such confidence that it will bear them up!

She sees she needn’t fear she won’t be strong enough
to keep the threads together
The love she spins has purpose of its own
It sends its strength back to her weaving hands —
Held in its web, she can’t feel all alone.
It doesn’t matter if she’s asked 
to care for all that is,
For she can do it:
Her love was made for this.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 20, 2013


Goodbye, Baby Bird

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For Audrey, Bill, Jeremy and Nicholas


Such a little life form
But the connection runs deep —
When you follow its roots down
You are submerged in memories:
Friendships made, wild choices,
Fights and struggles, friends 
standing by —

Bonds of love made stronger,
Affection running often silent,
subterranean,
Emerging when it’s needed
for support, in grief,
for every death and every helpless pain,
Holding you until you raise your head
to bravely live another day.

Laughter and tears flow 
quickly, close together.
Spirit flits down brightly,
Brought by many angels
To help us remember
We will meet these loves again
And we will all be wiser.

Our friends who went before
Will have let their suffering go,
Will have forgiven us our failings,
Will deeply understand,
Will welcome us with their assurance
That all is well.

And this little bird will be there
Singing his human-whistle song,
the one you taught him.
He will fly around your heads
and sing you home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 8, 2013


Ontology

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Actually,
There was never any question
of whether you would be loved,
Of whether everything you touch —
the air, the land, the sea, the living —
would move in joy to meet your presence
in every moment

There never was a question
whether you would bless each moment
by simply being,
For you were not created
separate from your essence
And you can’t exist
separate from your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 2, 2013


Healing

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Love flows in
to all the hidden places
Love’s balm,
Love’s calm
allays all fear, aligns the inner graces.
Every anxious flailing churning clamoring
is put to rest in Love’s deep-running channeling.
Only what is wholesome can grow here,
All progress so attuned to Love, 
All purpose clear.
Let me humbly move at Love’s direction,
Hallowed in Love’s joy and pure affection,
So removed from every claim of pain,
Firm and settled in Love’s holy reign.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2013


Touching Home

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You fill me:
Just this time of standing,
foreheads touching,
recharges me
like water slowly filling up
a tall bottle.
I feel the strength flow in,
still knowing that I need more —
need to stand here just a bit longer,
while each moment is exactly what I need.

And when we lie stretched out
along each other,
there are other touch points
where the inrush of your essence
feeds my core.
It’s a refreshment like
swimming in the clear, bright coves
I’m only sure I’ve swum in 
in my dreams —
impossibly perfect,
inevitably pure.

So I return,
feeling the need again
to touch home —
Home to my tender soul,
Home in you.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2013

Messages

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“What you seek is seeking you,”
And, across the open space,
is calling;
Strong magnetic signals
align your ions,
drawing you towards each other.

What you trust
can come with you.
That which has loved you
will always love you,
And in that love,
has earned the right to stay
steady in your heart,
To stand by you, and too,
to be supported.
What you’re seeking 
will not require you to be split,
or lost, or make uncaring choices;
It will augment in you 
an ever greater love.

That which waits along the side
and craves to bless
will find its blessing,
and in that blessing,
soothe and be renewed,
ignite its purpose in the good it does to others
For as it deeply gives,
it feels its value proved.
And in the work of love
each call for help is heeded
No one will be left out in the cold,
for everyone is needed.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2013


Going home

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I was driving home from dance
and the traffic lights
(red, also in the random droplets
on my windshield)
swayed in the wind —
A gentle undulation
in perfect time
with the shimmery piano music
in my car.
And I could see the music everywhere —
In the slow glide of lights,
and the orchestrated movement
of the traffic.
And in my breath
was the scent
of many people
with whom I’d shared the magic
of the dance.
Going home,
and taking with me
what my body, grateful,
once again had found:
The matrix of connection
and its sweet embrace
that holds us in the music
all the time.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2013