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Attitude of Dance

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    Two trees
Their limbs now bare
Reveal an attitude of dance
The smaller one
Leaning in to feel the sweet enclosure
Of the other’s arms
The larger one
Awed and grateful
Holding such a rare and precious gift

Along the dance of time
The moment
The truth of their embrace, their love
Is held
While we, ephemeral
May wander by it
May be drawn in 
By moments we have felt
Which may remain
Long after we have danced them
A memory this kind of stance imparts
As stable as if formed in living wood
Enduring as a tree
Within our hearts.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard, “Letting Go”)

All my loves

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I want you together
I want the paint of my words
To flow through many transparencies
Touching each one
So you each know
These words are for you

(Your heart is so generous
Your hands are so beautiful
Your hug is so warm
Your path is so magical
Your smile is so radiant)

The colors course along the lines
The pentagram of power
Binds us to each other
Sends our signal out as one.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2011



Signals: a collage

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Explorer tracks its arc through space
Its lonely bleep a leap of existential faith
A signal it must make without a sign
That anyone has heard or might respond

Vibrations leap and link across the room
Each one homing, each one joining
Structuring a strong deep sphere of sound
Catch our hearts up in their sparkling tones

Kisses call across the plane of skin
Set the signal seeking
Receive an answer rising from within
Dissolve the boundary of who is speaking

Words set out in existential faith
Across the unknown span between the stories
Unsure if they’ll be met on some receiving side
Or if they’ll bleep in lonely fading glory

A light, a note, a kiss, an explanation
Launched by need, held in their arcs by hope
Deep sphere of Love — enclose their circle, hold them
Converge them in your center, show them home.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 2, 2011


Reasoning

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Look,
I said, earnest and concerned,
You can’t have a bad good
Or a good bad
For if you did, how could you then 
know anything?
(a conversation I was having in my mind)
The ancient text entreats:
“My son, eat thou honey,
for it is good,”
And elsewhere,
“Butter and honey shall he eat
That he may know to refuse the evil
and choose the good.”
See? I said (in my mind)
You have to trust that
you can tell what good is
That you can know it by its fruits
You have to trust that if it’s love
you’ll love to do it
It will feed you, will sustain you
It will feel right.
Your constant vigilance will be for naught
if you imagine arcane texts
and tenuous interpretations
have more weight than your internal compass —
The weight of your joy
The overwhelming vastness
of your need
The unspeakable depth
your love can plumb
(and does so every day)
to meet it.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 28, 2011



Receiving

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    I won’t dismiss as ego
The need to be received
Wrapped in a soft receiving blanket
Passed from arm to arm, enchanting
Cooed over
Welcomed
And cradled then especially
In loving and protective arms
To look out knowing
You are guarded fiercely
And treasured more than anything before.

Why should we think this need would go away
because our bones have grown
our circles widened out?
This need must grow apace with all our being
To knit us to our tribe
and show us how, in turn, 
we’re made to so receive each other
To welcome, to accept, respect and love
An ancient gift that we must now recover
to reach our peace, our purpose, and our home.
©Wendy Mulhern
     November 25, 2011


(Background music: Isaac Shepard, “Memories Never Fade”)

Steady rain, steady love

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    As sure as rain
That falls into the ebbing year
With pools for our reflection
When the ripples clear
As sure as rain
That summons windshield wipers’ thrash
And vigilance in traffic
As the trucks’ sprays blast
The hypnotic, droning rhythm
That propels us on toward night
And the dampening of leaves
Impelled, thus, to their final flight
As sure as rain
This law:
That steady love
Poured out in constant stream
With no concern for consequence, no shame
Or thought what it may seem
Will call the same.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 23, 2011

Music in background: Sprinkle to Rain by Isaac Shepard


Vaulting

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there is a great joy in clarity
like spring water bubbling up
from ancient aquifers
like the distance of stars
in deep, cold night
and the smell of air 
when it has snowed in the mountains
like understanding a connection
forged before the world was born
and rising from a deep sleep of languid dreams
to the strength of all the day’s promises
knowing
you are here for this moment
and this moment is here for you.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 21, 2011



Holding

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I passed that point.

Looking back today, I was stunned to see
How I used to hold people
Each one like a book
In which was catalogued
Their character, their strengths and weaknesses
Their relationship to me
A book I could close
And put on a shelf
Where it wouldn’t take up much room.

Now I see each person
As a window to infinity
Opening out to me huge views
In which there’s room
For them to be
And me to see them
And I can’t file them away
They are much too vast
And they make me dance so.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2011



Transformation

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Can the world really change?
Can a massive sanity
Descend like mist
Be breathed collectively
Till we regard each other
With dew-touched eyes
And realize
This is what we always knew
And we can have it?
Can courage spread
As chemical reaction
A wave of instant change
So we say no
To all oppression
Yes
To everything we’ve always loved?
If a day can be a touchstone
And everyone decides
To come as one
What does it matter
If the calendar has caused it
Or the stars
It is our choice
It is our hearts
That come together
Where we are.


©Wendy Mulhern
11/11/11