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Freedom

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My sovereign soul
Now steps clear
of all restrictions
Everything that might constrain connection
Any sense of bowing
to dictators of repression
who claim to grant permission
and sanction all my actions —
They have no more traction,
    engender no reaction.
So I can be
the one who is needed now
I can see
the thing you are asking for
And I can give forth
from my own authority
that which you’re needing
that which belongs to me
     steadfast integrity
     homing insistently
     daily delivering
Soul-garnered freedom.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 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



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


Today’s gift

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so touched
to the core
so held
nothing more
is needed
so loved
all the ancient questions
hold their breath
and then release
in sweet relief
their chronic tensions
slowly, dawns
awakening
a stretch that rolls and rolls
through waves of rising power
a fresh intake
of bracing inspiration
new meaning for this hour
hold it dear
and share it as you can
the crystal call for all
to know
they’re ever of the clan.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2011



Inner Strength

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It’s hardly morning yet, but you wake up
to consciousness fast chased by overcast —
the inner stories laying out your challenges,
your pain, and how you’ll never be enough . . . 
As you pause to try and summon inner strength
consider this:
Beneath the weight of all the stories
What woke this morning is the spark of you
which rises like a giant
throwing off those stagnant lies
like blankets
or cracking through their concrete 
like a swelling seed
sending streams of strength
through your limbs and loins
a steady rushing brightness
that must change you from inside
until you own your inner strength 
and so abide.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2011



Your spirit wins

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When there is no way to win
and your spirit throws itself down
one or more of many thwarted paths
the failure says, you’re wrong
your choice is bad
your blighted life
is all your fault
though you may flail
and cry out, crazed, for justice,
the censure drowns your voice.

When there is no way to win
in this world
your spirit still forges itself
a rare and brilliant thing
unseen by all the dust its rays illumine
unnoticed in the thrust of days’ relentless gloom
till love’s ablutions wash it clean
and there it shines
a light that overcomes the world.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2011



This, My Mission

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Mission is a strong elixir
Gulped with joy, its heady mixture
sends me flying, full of hope
excited by its mighty scope

Deep as my desire, this mission
now ingested, licks within
impelling flames to move me, quicken
my intent to realize its vision

So I burn, and so I ask for water
something calming, nurturing and cool
provision for the now, but also after –
to let the mission hum and purr
but not consume –
Within the chambers of the fire
I seek a quiet room

Take off your shoes
it tells me
Feel the ground
It’s nothing that you have to do alone
You have the chorus of the wind within
which, holy, holds you cool
and keeps you sound.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 9, 2011


Hearts’ Doors

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For Susie, Carol, and Love

Each of these openings
Leads to infinity
Each of these gifts
Is enough
To knit together the world
Each of these women
Has a heart
That includes the sun
So will we shine
So, simply, tone the world whole
And as for us?
Well, of course
We’ll be included
Each of us
In the hug for us alone
We each so need.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2011




Returning

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Thank you for your peace
Today I’m back for more
Thirsty
Vaguely lost
Disoriented
by relentless tides
pushing from within against my skull
And so I turn
Lay down the package I’ve been toting
All the bricks and rocks I seemed to think I needed —
stories explicating who I am and why —
Spirit, I am yours, and that’s enough
No need for more
No need for knowing what
bright path tomorrow will provide
Only that you guide me from inside.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 6, 2011



Lullaby for Myself

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    Steady Spirit
Take me home
Wash my soul in bubble bath
Wrap me in a huge white towel
Terrycloth, with hooded corner
Let me leave my foolish day behind
Let my thoughts be gently realigned
Rock me till I give up all my tangled, knotted will
Let me float into your peace
And there, at last, be still.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard: “Doors of Life”)