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Father to Son

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My son, I tell you this because
to share the hidden vectors
lets you take hold of them,
lets you wield them
instead of being secretly pierced

My father thought
hiding such things from me
would spare me, but I found
I had to treat his wounds anyway,
not knowing they were his,
feeling them my own

I know that what I don’t transmute
I leave for you to do –
know that I’m working on it.
Maybe this way, somehow,
we can work on it together  –
maybe we both
can find a freer sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2022

Stuffed

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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

Delineating

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Though there is a way on paper
of drawing light with black lines,
let me not do so with my words

The page of thought is bright
and doesn’t  need darkness
to delineate its inspiration

Look – I can have the Mind of Christ!
There is enough need in the world
for the lines of light to touch and heal

That healing truth, showing its presence,
defines light, defines everything.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2022

Mushroom hunting

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Scanning the ground
where the soft curve of brown
that I’m looking for turns out,
every time, to be acorns,
or the soft lobes of oak leaves
settling down. It is their season now,
it seems – they rest together quietly,
intimate whispers in the dampness,
curling in for winter’s rest

I ask my belly then
to send an invitation to the mushrooms
to join the dance of things
that unlock molecules
so elements go free
to seek out other pairings

It is happy to oblige
and soon I find some mushrooms
in the amber tones of its delighted language

There is more to learn of this
than what I noticed here – the invitation
extends to me –
to come back often
to join this dance.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 18, 2021

Speaking in Tongues

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There is a language that we all speak –
it glows between whatever words we use,
it finds a way to dart out
like a child’s skip,
like a smile that sparks between two beings,
a shaft of trust that plumbs the deepest histories

When we listen in that language,
any words will work
and few of them are needed –
life blooms up from stone,
things that were lost
become the trail that leads us home.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2021

A clean start

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Sit down here beside me  –
we have no time
to use the tools of the enemy –
the ruse of blame has played out
so many times, and each time,
we have found ourselves
back in its lap, sucking
its noxious fumes

Sit down with me, and we will talk
of gentle things, we’ll leave
ample spaces,
enough to listen,
enough to really hear,
enough to go down deeper
than the former narrative
would ever let us go

We won’t even think about
the enemy. Won’t give it even
a breath. That way we’ll make of it
an utter end, and have some ground
on which to start again.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24,  2021

What’s Given

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The page is blank as evening settles in,
my pen marks are still visible,
but not the words

I sit here in the glaze
of tiredness and satisfaction,
waiting for the images to sketch the day

I have the pleasure
of being kind to bees,
and holding kind thoughts
towards everyone I can imagine  –
in my mind, I stand up for their sovereignty,
I send encouragement
for their enlightened clarity

And here at home
we have a new peace,
new ease in our communication  –
this is what’s given,
and I will take it freely,
this taste of heaven
in the last glow of the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 9, 2021

Visiting

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I brought my goal –
to weave the threads of happy,
to make our hosts feel seen and heard,
and glad that we were there

In doing so, I found myself happy  –
through places where our conversations
swooped and soared, and opening
of ways to see and understand

And the delight of receiving
a gift freely given – days
filled with beauty and joy
and opportunity
to leave our former stress –
really, why would we bother
to pick it up again?

©Wendy Mulhern
June 5, 2021

Distance

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The path at this point
turns out not to be
an easy one to explain

I’ve gone too far
through the wilderness
for a facile reference
to register

(which means I see
you don’t know
what I’m talking about)

I would have to take you along
the whole history of my journey
or lead you through the whole logic
that comes to this conclusion

Or otherwise, I guess
it’s just better for me
not to talk about it much.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 9, 2021

Portals

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Our hermit status
is not one we chose on purpose  –
the closing portals of communication
were more like grass growing over,
and blackberry vines – things we thought
we’d attend to, when next – if only –
we could get the chance

But after a time I think maybe
we won’t even know
where the portals were,
won’t know how to open them up,
won’t remember, maybe,
why it would be
important to do so.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2021