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Perfect

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To Edward

It’s perfect
the way we travel together
Comfort in time, rhythms aligned
Compatible blend
of ease and adventure
Relishing all that we find

It’s perfect
the way we’re evolving together
Questings so similar
Thought currents parallel
Wonderful mixing
of longing and insight
Confluence of spirit and mind

It’s perfect
the way that we now come together
Our movement as one
like chords in a song
Exquisite expression
of tender connection
as bright as our lights ever shined.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2012


Thirty Years

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(To Edward)

Thirty years
and we are like
the newlyweds we seemed to be
back then
when hope stretched out across the span
of inexperience

Excitement for the joining 
and the journey
fueled those early times
Propelled us through 
the doubts and disappointments

In some ways
our love has grown quietly
like the pine beside our front door
from its sapling start to where
it towers above the house
It didn’t happen in one day
but after time
it stood as if it always had been there
Inimitable sign of long duration

In other ways
our life has brought our love 
through metamorphosis
The eager feeding of those early years
replaced by quiet inwardness
(though still the growth continued)

Till now
when in these bright monarch days
Our love has re-emerged
its colors shimmering
We feel it flexing
strong brilliant wings to lift us
to new vision.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 25, 2012


Growing New

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We made the choice
And where we could have called ourselves
Bundles of opinions
Past experiences, scars
Perspectives narrowed 
through the jarring course of years
Piles of restrictions growing larger daily
Needing soft accommodation for their weight

Instead we have decided on this:
To serve whatever is alive in us
To always focus on what’s growing
Leaving, rigorously, everything that’s dead behind —
opinions, patterns, prejudice —
And learning, every day
to be more supple

Should it then come as a surprise
to see our love so shining?
So new, so eager, so alive —
with grace and bliss entwining.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2012


You, always

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The miracle of you
has always gleamed— 
Bright dash of grace and harmony
Invoking angels’ gratitude
And who you are
has always been
as deeply loved
as buds forming
deep within protective casings
deep within the Principle
in which they curl
and in the Love that orchestrates their unfurling
As deeply loved as baby birds
And the care they call forth
in their attentive parents
who may not know why
but certainly know their calling

And who you are
is hedged about
as tenderly
as night’s soft shade
encloses coming seasons
and day’s clear dawn
reveals the seasons’ coming
And who you are
can never be denied
For you were made
with such great joy
And you are celebrated
with such sweet pride.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 20, 2012


Nourishment

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In the face of everything
we’ve been fed
Empty, deadening, toxic
I still affirm
We can know what feeds us

Despite the false choices
with which we’re inundated day by day
the cheap vulgarization of our triggers
the sea of trash that can’t be thrown away
I still affirm
We can know what we want

And though the words of love
have been so thoroughly misused
applied to tiny wicked shards
that cut us as they shine
made to divide us
where love most wishes to unite
We still will find
Inside, we know what love is
And it outweighs all the lies

And everyone who’s tasted love must give it
And in the giving, it will grow
Till more and more of us can truly live it
And every need will be well fed
in its bright glow.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 17. 2012


Our New Story

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We never
gave up on each other
Though our messages
between our universes
were so hopelessly distorted
maliciously, meticulously twisted
by forces that knew
our love would blow the sides out
of the boxes that constrained our power
thus destroying every mask of bondage
for us and also anyone who saw us

We never gave up on each other
Though we sometimes walked in silence
of despair from all the times
the message failed
We couldn’t give up on each other
For when you see another’s soul
You are compelled to hold it
Hold to that vision till you see it true
So we held on
till our lights
outshone the lies
and pulled us through.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2012


Focus

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My truth is not betrayed
And though I trade
in things that can’t be seen
I am not fooled
What is not seen
can still be known
I hold my truth
and so I’m not shortchanged

I watched the whirling falling of the maple seeds
I felt the fall of other bits of husk
I saw the leaves, green on layered green
I felt the sun

My love is not betrayed
Though it be not reciprocated
Where my love is made
it will sustain itself
It settles
Finds its focus, finds its home
It falls like rays
It falls like light sifting
Illuminates the scene
and knows its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2012


Keystone

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This is our foundation
Octahedral core
Locked together in a structure
that stands firm
holding open
the arches of energy
so great currents
of light
of power
can spiral through
up and down

We stand here strong
Holding it
At one in our service
to the elemental rhythms
At one like the sides of an arch
Our love the keystone.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2012


Nothing Shall Offend Them

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“Great peace have they that love thy law, and nothing shall offend them.”  – Psalm 119:165

When you love the law of Life
You’re not offended
by Life’s bursting forth
out of all boundaries, all propriety
Loud, seductive, shameless
Always calling for more

When you love the law of Love
You’re not offended
by Love’s wide-armed inclusion
of everyone, everything
Never a need to have status, credentials
competitive edge, pedigree

When you love the law of Truth
You’re so full, each day
with the present dance of being
You have no time to be offended,
your every moment full
of living in the law of good.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2012


The Nest of Home

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The nest of home
is woven out of love —
So many tendrils necessary
to make it strong

When home is strong
We have a place
where we don’t need
to hold ourselves up

We can relax
into the love of others
and in that relaxation
add our strength
Weave in our own bright threads
to build the home to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2012