Category Archives: Earth Whispering: Poems

It’s my discipline to write a poem a day, and I post a poem here almost every day. To find a given poem or poems on a given topic, use the search bar at the right. To receive my poems by email, please subscribe, at right.

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Open

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I want to find that box again
and see if I can open it –
the light that came out
was yellow and orange,
and the warmth of it indescribable

I found it in a small place
tucked deep within  – it was unpretentious,
it had a secret latch
and I opened it almost not on purpose

And the light bathed everything
in its wondrous glow,
and illumined a space so large
that there was room for all of us
to stretch into our true being
and inhabit the full size
of our innocence
and our dominion
and our duty and our power
to heal the earth.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 23, 2021

People in town

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There is so much for me
when I remember to see you
unbound from any demographic,
when I turn off that which catalogs
and compares,
and recognize, instead,
the spirit in you – your energy,
your brightness, your appreciation,
and the tender place between your shoulders
where your uniqueness rests like wings.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2021

Afternoon Nap

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We’ve been here before,
in this furry intimacy,
mammalian and wordless,
where our togetherness mirrors,
then reaches, a more expansive place –
the togetherness embracing
everything alive,.holding us all
so tenderly, rejoicing in the perfect place
each of us is given
in the open secret of Life.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2021

6:30 to 7 AM

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Today I was up early enough to learn
that here in the valley,
though the sun still rises in the east,
it pours in from the north,
trees along the western edge
lighting up, starting from the top,
striated rays sifting  between  branches,
the line of light touching the valley floor
before the sun crests the eastern hill

I watched the sunlight kiss the crown
of the oak tree, watched as the distant pines
received their light in turn,
like an anointing,
watched the hill’s shadow recede,
slowly, then suddenly,
as the sun claimed its reign
and brought the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 20, 2021

Mastery

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Today I work to find the ways
where mastery is possible  –
not in some far off
attainment of a skill,
but in the present state of all the thoughts
whose reins I hold here in my hands

I guide them as I ride the moments down
through what I will accept
and what I must deny,
to let my thoughts serve only truth
and never roll in mindless waves
that transmit lies

We haven’t fathomed yet the magnitude
of what our mastery entails,
for it encompasses the whole
of what we call our world

We are not motes tossed in the wind
or flotsam in a flood –
we hold the wind, the rain, the fire,
we have the might
to make it good.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2021

Alignment

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You can feel how
the veil is thinning,
how the images we thought were things
are shown to be refractions,
how what seemed so huge and daunting
fades away like shadows with the dawn

You can feel how
the walls are thinning,
how what we thought were cosmic separations
are like honeycomb, each sweet compartment
sealed off from the next,
but serving the same purpose,
holding the same treasure

And it shows
the power of thought  – how one correction,
if clear, and held with courage,
changes everything  – aligning all the purposes,
recruiting all the catalysts,
toppling regimes that need to cease,
establishing the principle of peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 18, 2021

The Ocean’s Answer

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Ocean wraps its arms around us,
waves embracing shore,
in comprehensive constancy
of ever changing motion

And it erases,
like waves erasing footprints,
the constructs and the posits of my mind  –
no rocks concern it –
it flows around them
or bursts and sprays, but never is deterred

No long-entrenched beliefs can stop it –
it wears them down
even as it covers them completely,
and as for me,
I will sleep well,
cradled and rocked
in the forever faithful
rhythm of the tide.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2021

Mid July

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And suddenly
there are crickets,
and the dawn air has scents
I struggle to identify  –
dried wildflowers, sun on fir –
and the easy summer feeling
that still tastes like freedom
rests in my steps

It is a subtle tipping, perhaps,
towards what is next  –
long before fall’s rush of excitement,
but something weightless
in the balance
after the climb, before the descent.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2021

Easy

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As easy as the transformation
into evening, accompanied by thrushes,
when the wind stills
and the sun releases its grip,
slipping gracefully behind the hills,
and small zephyrs of coolness
lace through the air

As easy as that has been
our transformation into togetherness,
when the traffic of our daily cares
has softened into something calmer
and the breath of forgiveness
sweetens the place we share.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2021

The Tempter

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The tempter urged me to consider
alternative scenarios  –
what will you do if …?

But I will not consider them.
There is no if outside of
what we are, no condition
that puts us outside of our being

The tempter urged me
to use its timelines  –
to measure progress in terms of
things getting better

But I will not use them.
There is no getting better
than what we have always been,
there never was an incompleteness
to our essence

The tempter urged me to take a side,
made it attractive, saying
my side’s so much better

But I will not take one.
There are no sides to the infinite,
there’s no division in Oneness  –
and I’m secure in what I am
without the tempter. It has no place
nor purpose in my life.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 11, 2021