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Going away

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The days trip merrily
like mountain streams
collecting memories
and undone things
Pooling deep
in new hopes and dreams
Leaving so many intentions
helplessly behind

Then suddenly
the cataract of imminent departure
approaches, and the urgency speeds up
and as the last tasks get tumbled into
or left behind,
In the swift pause before the fall 
I find
a sweet tug:
Gentle pangs of coming separation
Stretching out the net of our connection

All is well
It’s good to feel this pull
It shows
that even from afar we’ll know
the movements of each other—
Each other’s dreams
Each other’s yearnings
Each other’s tidal swells and drops
Lending a harmonic chord
to everything we do
Heartstrings’ duet—
A kind of double view
to all our days apart:
Stretched across the span of time and space
We each will thus hold one another’s place.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2012


All of us

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There is no inner circle
of those who know the secret
There is no outer darkness
worrying the edges of the light
There is no us and them
No “ninety-nine percent,” no “one”
No unconverted, unevolved, benighted:
If anyone’s enlightened,
not one is blighted

Our ears know how to hear the clear tone,
to filter out the static
Our eyes know how to see what’s real
Our hands know how to touch it
And every goodness we can own
must then be owned by everyone
shared by our hearts
which always seek each other.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012



Without Words

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I came to you
in a place without words
in the quantum field
where all my electrons
were kicked into a higher orbit
and the speedy surging of the particles
thrummed against my ears and eyes and skin

So merging at the edges
Centers pressing
We approached ourselves
(the physics-induced distance seeming
ever more unbearable)
We rose in mighty effort
to breach its mounting wave
We crested more than once
and still the buoyant sea remains

And we will learn this new each time —
This being —
Open, without rhyme
or even words —
The primal pulse of life
Asserting its own essence
in our forms.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 27, 2012


Daily Bread

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If I could give you anything
I’d give you one moment
of knowing
how deeply you are accepted
How perfectly you belong
in this particular place and time
In this singular infinity we call
Here and now

I’d give you the grounded certainty
that you are loved
Seen for what you are
and loved for that 
— all of it —
(What you hoped was normal
What you feared was strange
What you didn’t dare affirm
to be your precious, holy gifts)

Having given that
I’d give you it again
I’d give it to you every day
and every time I saw you
One time of knowing is a touchstone
But knowing all the time 
is daily bread.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2012



Asking for Heaven

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If it is true

(and it is)
that we can have
all the good we can imagine,
The trick is to imagine it big enough:
To get a glimpse, and cherish
what it feels like
to have a good that covers every need —
That doesn’t end abruptly when the time is up
or care is spent
or we are pulled away to fill our roles
as slaves of guilt
or slaves of debt

And so I treasure each of these
Each hope, each joy
Each hunger, every yearning
For they help me frame the asking
for the promised thing —
That which, when requested,
must be given —
So I won’t settle for a grim security
because I didn’t know
to ask for heaven.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2012



Angel Love

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Angels in heaven know how to love
There’s nothing unsatisfying about it
No hints of possible connection
glinting just out of reach
behind a few words
(if you could only get them right)
or a few circumstances
(if only timing would align)

Angels in heaven have no problem
with triangulation, asymmetry
rhythmic incompatibility
And they don’t need to 
negotiate, hypothesize
agonize, analyze

Angels in heaven
are not detached from love
Not walled off from it
by ethereal piety
They embody all of love —
The full-sounding, deep toning
Heart-swelling, zinging, zooming
Pow of it
The joy bubbles and the lasting satisfaction —
The here and now of it

Angels in heaven love you whole
Erase your pain, light up your soul
Don’t take my word that it is so
Love like an angel, and you’ll know.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2012


Illumination

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You and I
together
Make an arc of golden light
A hearth, a home
And the warm bright
aura of its circle
Halos each of us
throughout our disparate days

And it is right to understand
that such a glow
will cast its comfort
further than the bounds 
of you and I
It’s fitting that our love
Light up the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2012





Sunrise

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Only Love could solve that problem
And Love has — fully!
We only need to wait to see
what splendid ways
this singular dawn
will rise on our sights
What purples, pinks and oranges —
What luscious shades —
will transfigure these remaining clouds
Will make of them
spectacular offerings
Bright gifts to show us
just how glorious
Love is.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2012


Love’s Flavors

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These are flavors of love:
Desire, curiosity, compassion
Whatever leads you,
Whatever lights up nodes of interest,
What you follow,
What tenderly unites each need
with that which meets it,
The tears wherewith you nourish
some secret yearning,
And the rushing, billowing joy
that lifts you up
and sends you flying down your path


So many flavors!  
Enough that love
can paint the whole canvas of life
All the textures, all the colors
All the shapes and sizes, all the speeds
Love has enough — 
no other substance is required
to make the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2012


Yes! Let’s!

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Let’s fill up this room 
with enough of that stuff
that doesn’t need words
to be expressed
So no one can miss it
and everyone here
can drink it up
and be blessed

Let’s fill up these hearts
with enough of this love
that everyone knows how to give it
So nothing they think
that they haven’t yet earned
can render them helpless
to live it

So they can’t go outside of the peace
Since they carry it safely within
So when they go home
they will still feel at one
and continue to multiply bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 8, 2012