Attending to the tasks of care
makes space for easy kindness,
time to listen, time to hear,
time, once again, to find us.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2022
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Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems
Calm
Calm, calm,
calm.
Storms can’t go on forever –
the mind finds its equilibrium
What rants and chatters
in the end must cease –
the natural state of mind
is an abiding peace
This you can feel,
this you can know for sure –
this peace is real,
its truth your certain cure.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 23, 2022
Connect the dots
The cohesive scatter of the stars,
the elegant tangle of grasses and forbs
in the eager tumble of spring,
the spray of colors across the fields,
red and purple seed heads,
silver sunlit shafts glinting
in the waves of wind
If you can see this,
and can connect the dots of wonder,
it can shake you out of doubt
to reconsider –
aren’t you, too, held
in the same expansive order
that flings light across the day
and stars across the sky?
©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2022
To be a child of Soul
To rise up from the cozy rest
where you have been luxuriously curled,
to move with clear, insightful action
snuggled in the very world,
your touch inspired,
your comfort grounded,
sharing strength with those around you,
setting right each place of need,
nourishing the sprouting seed
Oh may you know,
in this and every moment,
how it feels, what worlds are moved,
what things are brought to glorious fruition –
oh may you claim this truth
and may it shape your vision –
you are, and ever were
a child of Soul.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2022
Aspects of love
Attraction to vastness,
a wide open yearning,
adventure to span
a lifetime or more
Attention to tinyness –
however close you look,
something of wonder
is opening up
Something you know
in your toes, in your soul,
something so integral, intimate,
all that you are is exactly enough to give,
all that you give
brings you home.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2022
The One whose I am
It wasn’t enough to know
my chains were self imposed,
as I fumbled through the keys and locks,
ever more heavy
The sweet release revealed
I have no power to impose chains.
The Principle to which my being moves,
of which I am the proof,
does not allow such folly
What freedom to admit
I am not my own!
What a relief to know
the One whose I am
is kind.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2022
Blackbird
Still have nothing to say
despite the lushness
of mist-cloaked May,
and the blackbirds yesterday,
vociferous in evening sun
I’ve been treating my mind like a library
of books already read,
feeling no urge
to look at them again
Perhaps more fruitfully
my mind can act as blackbird,
evening sun calm
along my wings.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2022
Stuffed
Stuff I’m not talking about
piles up, squashing my nimbleness
of speech, of thought
Things I say over top of it
lack the connection to underlying structure,
can’t indicate the muscle, bone, and sinew
They slope off like fluff –
they don’t hold my interest,
I can’t write them down
And the stuff I’m not talking about
hulks in its darkness –
seems like I’ll need more than words
to pull it out.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2022
Healing
You talk about healing.
I want you to know
that I will not accept as healing
that which insists that I stuff my rage,
be polite about my pain,
and sets me on a postage stamp of
“seeing the good,”
a narrow strip of positive
To be whole, I need a truth so large
it swallows my complaint,
wraps up everything I am
in its embrace,
silences my howling
in the full-home chord
of welcome,
has space enough for all of me to soar.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 13, 2022
A Common Tater
For however short a time,
one strain of internal chatter
has been hushed,
and in the stillness,
the music speaks to me
with more nuance than ever
as I let myself receive
the full gift of its offering
with no commentary as to how I,
if circumstances had allowed,
might have measured up.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 12, 2022