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To each one who loves

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The first pebble moves alone
but on its first bounce
it moves three more pebbles
which each dislodge
a few more
until the whole hillside rattles
and stones tumble down
echo across canyons
become the news of the moment
the chain of sound much longer than
each pebble’s arc
So may our love be
the news of the moment
its course inciting many more
Its sound
insistent drumming
rousing many more hearts
to fall in bouncing abandon
into the depths of love.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 17, 2011



After flying

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After flying, lungs long to fill again
with that heady inrush of sky
Arms log to carve again
those pillows of cushioning air
To guide the swoop down billows
their own curvature defines.
After humming, heart longs
to hum again
To be connected in the greater flow
To feed the larger pulse
and be fed by a beat beyond itself
Longs to nurture every hope
To say yes to every call for reassurance
Longs to orchestrate
a grand cradling
a deep release
a hallowed hush.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 2011



Another one for you

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What’s needed here will not be said with words
though if I knew the magic words, I’d use them
And I don’t need to understand the whys
the rationale, the story – not that I’d refuse them
Just that somewhere deep beneath the story
a universal need peeks through, quite clear
To feel the arms that always reach out for you
the endless depth to which you are held dear
Though these are just my arms, I hope they show you
(as any person’s arms perhaps could do)
What joy it gives the Infinite to know you
How precious is your essence, and how true
No sentencing can stand, however tough
You walk in grace, and grace is good enough.


©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2011


The Teachings Say

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The teachings say
the secret of life is effortless
for love is effortless
it’s what you’re made to do.
The teachings say
attaining love is a struggle
you have to give up everything, every day
I believe these both are true.
Love is as effortless
as holding yourself open
in the searing fear
the roaring passage of thundering water
(or is it fire?)
To keep the membrane valve
from shuddering shut
against the pressure
of a change so large
there will be no words for it.
Love is as much of a struggle
as a quiet step through an open door
to a meadow of wildflowers and sweet grass
where the soft wind
lifts you like a kite
and trees sing your name.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 26, 2011



Trust Fall

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Fall into the field, they said
and let its fundamental frequency
align your life in harmony
All you never knew to hope to be
is yours. Just take it – go ahead.
Fall into our arms, she said
It is a way for you to trust your friends
We’ll brace together and we’ll catch you safe
A hug you’ll feel beyond the moment’s end
It’s in your heart, and also in your head.
Fall in love, I say.  Why not?
for love will catch you, sure as any arms
and love’s the field, if there is any here
In love you float beyond all doubt, all fear
The gift that’s always free, but can’t be bought.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2011



Temple

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The temple of God is holy, which temple ye are. 
                                        I Corinthians 3:17

Come into my temple
Come into the body of my love
which is the tuning of a chord
that spreads its harmony
across the reach of space
and hums around you 
like a lullaby
and gathers you
(cry, or don’t cry)

Come into my temple
where you are hallowed
and your steps
call forth a rush of joy and wonder
at the gift you are
and what you bring
and let the oneness of our being
reverberate.



©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2011





On love: conversation with an angel

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You have to give up everything
There’s no small sliver you can
smuggle in, no negotiation
of the gift
Even one small grain of will
makes you too heavy to float
One condition, one demand
one holding out for some element
of your pride, or who you
think you are
will keep you down
How is that fair?
Shouldn’t love be a balance?
A matching effort, wing for wing?
If I’m giving everything
shouldn’t he give just a little?
I could tie myself in chains of giving
He could heap on more and more demands
I could devolve into a shadow living
with all decisions in his hands . . .
Fear not, my dear
The everything you give, you give to love
The gift you give is what you gain
Your love, not his acceptance, is your prize
In love, you fly
You leave yourself behind to grasp anew
all that you always were, but never knew.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2011



Vignettes from the game

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                                                                              (with commentary)
I think she’s playing me, he said
But what’s the game, and what’s the prize?
And have I even thought, clear eyed
Of what is is I’m after?
Deep within, beneath the game
The spring of strong desire is wound
We love the way it makes us bound
And we’re compelled to try to find 
The way to make our lives align
With all its pent up need to move.
He circles her, he seems to meditate
He dances with some others, but his eyes
Keep turning back: this time, if I approach
Will she allow me to come close?
And yet what leaps must land
Perhaps in some place wild, unplanned
And maybe many weary miles from home
And maybe, so the fear is, all alone
And torn and damaged.  Ah, so this is why
We stand alone and hesitate to play.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2011



The Holy Church of Hands

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Here in the silent space
between the songs
Here in the waves of harmony
within the chords
Here in the place you feel that you belong
you step into the holy church of hands.
It stands unmoved
sacred like trees
The holy church of all that you are
brought in, embraced
The holy church
of all we have never yet known
that waits within
a kernel that takes in and takes in,
infinitely,
the water that compels
all potential to expand
our hands to reach out and reach out
and intertwine
pull all into one
and fill the universe
with song.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2011



Waves like love, love like waves

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Waves are like love, in that
every molecule is connected
each one is lifted in its perfect time
no one is ignored or crushed.
Each one is needed
in its moment
to embody something greater
than it could be alone
and they move as one
though each one crests the rise uniquely
and the pulse goes through them very quickly
something far away comes near
something near can still be felt afar.
Love is like waves in that
it can cover you
and change you profoundly
and you keep feeling it 
long after the first pulse
has passed.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2011