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Your Purity

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Your purity is not achieved
through negatives —
through not doing
not thinking 
not feeling

Your purity, like that of mountain streams
is won by jumping forth
Leaping in the love of life
Taking on everything
Clearing the stream bed 
through unrepressed movement
Hurtling free
with the forces that gather
Learning your essence
by being.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2012





Pool of Bethesda

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(John 5: 1-9)

No angel at a certain season
guards the gate to wholeness
You don’t have to wait
until the water stirs
nor can the others
clambering before you
deprive you of your right
to stand up free.

Truth needs no conduit, no channel
no narrow source to shine its light
It pours forth spherical, eternal
Its reign established, sovereign and bright

(It has been said
To know the truth shall make you free
If this is true
It means that free is what you are
and isn’t something needing to be given
nor something you’re approaching from afar)

It is the same with love
(Please let my life be one that shows it)
No angel, bright or dark, can claim
it stands there to deliver or withhold it
No one can fail, right now
To be the miracle someone has ever sought
nor fail to see that they are loved
and so bestowed the peace that passes thought.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2012



Liberation

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Nothing stops you.
But what wrestling will it take
To break free of every hook in thought
that snags against your fabric
so you’re caught
And makes you think you have no choice at all?

Nothing stops you.
But what words can overcome
the song of chains
you’ve heard so long you find its rattle soothing
Because (you think) it shows you where you are?

Nothing stops you.
In this moment you can rise to grasp
the vastness of your being
and the endless sky,
The power coiled within
that now can launch you free
to spin your dance across the deep expanse of space
Always supported in your native grace.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2012



Soul play

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to Edward:

I’ll be the kite
You be the anchor
I’ll take flight
You hold us steady
So we feel the wind.

You be the kite
I’ll be the surfer
Leaping along the waves
Delighting in your lift
Gratefully we spin.

We’ll be the kite
Truth can be our anchor
Holding us steady
As we reach new height
Soaring again.

Love can be the kite
We’ll be the surfer
Dancing as one
Waves splashing bright
The ride never ends.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 16, 2012


Baubles

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In the game are many pretty baubles
They look to be the prizes we can win
The things to strive for, yearn for, long for
Tantalizing traps to keep us in

The baubles glint just out of reach —
We chase them
We fling desire at what we may attain
Success, romance, acclaim —
Then happenings erase them
And leave us sad and empty once again

Their light, however, has a different source
(No light is generated in the game)
The tempting glow each thing emits
Hides brilliance that the game could never claim

Beyond the game, Love’s truth shines ever bright
Always enough to quench our thirst for light.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 4, 2011


To my children

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My hopes for you, I know, aren’t mine to give
And that is good —
You each must find your way
I know your lives were never mine to live
Your goals and purpose
Never mine to sway

And yet I wish for you
and yearn most deeply
That you would feel the present touch
of Spirit
The swift igniting joy that meets
that truth — you’re loved — 
relayed so you can hear it

My helpless knowledge that I have no sway
in this, or any other gift, leads me to pray
To seek a surer source
for your contentment:
What I can’t give
I leave in Spirit’s hand
As sure as you’re alive, you are attended
by all that makes you peaceful, pure, and grand.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2012



When we came together

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We stepped into the forest of two worlds
where we could slip between the bars of light
and find each other in a separate place
where all our ions perfectly aligned
A quick magnetic jolt
an eager cleaving
synchronizing currents
swift believing
in all the signs of foreordained connection
the wonder of impossible perfection
Time slowed down, each movement magnified
Something monumental signified
in every touch.  And we were holy, sanctified
Anointed for our mission
as carriers of light
Keepers of the current
of that quickening delight
which can’t remain contained—
Its nature is to grow
till everyone is with us
caught up in its flow.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2011



Perspective

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The truth endures in geologic time
Where stones, in their inexorable leisure
Form and re-form,
Sifting, vaulting, melting,
Crystalize in metamorphic treasure
And all the impositions on our days
The despotism, lies, and power plays
Are nothing – have no weight
And own no time
And can’t establish anything that stays.
What though their dark impress has pulsed
through generations,
dampening their light?
The voice of truth is not reversed
and so it dawns
on every sight.
These dreams will prove
ephemeral, irrelevant
Our waking rocklike, pure
eternal
Heaven-sent.
©Wendy Mulhern
December 16, 2011



Dowsing

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I.
Hands high, palms 
facing outwards, head back
An attitude of seeking
Hoping for a jolt of
some kind of spirit
some kind of truth
(or that which wafts in
on cellos’ orchestrated chords
that tug across you
swaying you inside
lifting your essence in supplication)
You wait.

II.
In the soul’s-mirth dawn
where melody has traced
a path that wandered
till the whole song was covered
and the rising chords suffuse the background
(rose and orange and magenta)
You shake off
the benightedness of night—
its last remaining muddles
dispersing like water drops
now bright with sun
Already so immersed in Spirit
you don’t even need to dive.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2011



Empowered

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To see you sovereign
is my delight:
to see you stand,
your power fully
at your own command.
You wield it, as you must,
from your abiding love
and so, implicitly, I trust
your truth.  And also your resolve.

And though the waves
of doubt and pain
may crash against your walls
I trust your strength
to persevere
till each aggressor falls.

And you will reach 
your valiant hand once more
To raise up anyone
who’s beaten down
and set them standing
upright on your shore
and walk with them
till they can walk alone.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 8, 2011