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Celebration

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In our new life
we will reclaim celebration.
It will be as frequent as our days,
as individual as our loves,
spontaneous songs and hugs and dance,
gifts that arise in the moment

Our paths will be constructed
so we come together
as a matter of course,
and we will rejoice
because we see each other,
we will be glad
because we are seen.

Our celebrations will not be
a distant gleam of hope
to sustain us through dark 
and weary months.
Each day will be royal —
Even our work
will be full of light,
and each of us, each day, will be
cause for delight.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2013


Pattern Language

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We are made
to find the way 
to harmonize,
To move in phase,
to synchronize our orbits,
So when we come around
we blink together

These frequencies form
intricate and interlocking webs,
the patterns where
communities develop.
They rise from us,
from what we are
alone and with each other.

We come into our world
remembering this dance,
and if no heavy hand
compels us to forget,
we’ll build it naturally.
But if we have forgotten,
We’re still not lost:
It only takes a few key intersections
to recreate the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 18. 2013


Transfiguration

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It is good for us to be here,
and whatever we have brought —
our child fears, our defenses,
our adult masks, our opinions,
the scaffolding on which we’ve propped
our wobbly sense of worth —

Whatever we have brought
can sit here in this light
of what we’ve glimpsed within each other.
It can sit in that warmth,
bask in the slowly suffusing fact
that it’s forgiven. All of it.
We will fill with light till that’s all
we can see in each other,
and we will be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2013


A Taste

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Maybe
we haven’t even yet known
the depth and breadth
of how it feels
to leave the boundary of our skins
and stream in Spirit

We may have a taste of it
from when the spirit sloshes strong
against our insides,
suffusing us with sweetness,
sending tingles out beyond our limbs.
Or when we call each other
through the twinkle of our eye lights,
we can guess how it might be.

For now, perhaps,
that will have to do.
And it is certainly enough
to send me flying,
euphoria pushing up
under my wings.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 25, 2013


Atomization

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Each of them felt alone
but maybe it wasn’t true.
Each felt the others were against them
but maybe it wasn’t true.
Each one felt caught up in a seesaw
where others put them down
out of a need to be the upper one
but maybe it wasn’t true.

Maybe the conflict 
really was a screen between them,
distortions in the filters,
which none of them owned.
Maybe if they felt betrayed,
or framed, or misconstrued
it wasn’t others, but a general fear
that fogged their view.

And maybe any one of them could pause,
Just stop.
Breathe.
Wait.
Long enough to let the dust fall away.
And keep on watching till they glimpsed
the other as a mirror,
shining, multiplying back their light.
It might astonish everyone
and maybe it’s true.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2013


Web

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Maybe it only takes
holding your hand,
and yours — one on each side —
for the circuit to connect,
and the ancient courage
in which we know all things are possible
will flow forth.

Just so we know
we’re not alone —
So we become formidable
and we will draw our circles
in the streets
and link our threads of knowing
till our web is thick and springy
and can hold us all together,
save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2013


Compatibility

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I am ready to take on faith
your good heart,
your pure soul —
I am sure that the worth
of your talents, your quirks
is inestimable —
critical part of the balance
in which all life spins

So my only other question is: 
What is it like to stand
in the room of you?
How will you hold us,
how will you shelter
those that stand with you?
Do you know
how to hold a hearth,
a warm place of peace?
Or can you make yourself at home in mine?
If so, I’m in.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2012


Starting over

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I want to take us to the place
where we can start over.
No. Better than that —
the place where there’s no race,
and we can give back
all the false starts,
all the mistakes,
all the things we did because
we saw no other way
though we could feel how we betrayed
ourselves and others.

I want us washed
in a great bubble bath,
wrapped in a grand snuggle
where all is forgiven
and we can be seen
miraculously unframed
and be forever true
to what we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 7, 2013


Met

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The awkward throw,
high and wide or falling short,
allows for a heroic catch —
someone so inclined can run
and leap and dive
and hold their object
deftly cradled against falling.

The awkward comment,
tactless, unconsidered,
still can summon
heroic grace —
a pause, a gentle turn of phrase
that reveals the deep intent,
the effort for connection that was meant,
and so restore the moment’s joy and peace.

Everywhere I feel I have been awkward,
I still am held
within the harmony of the unending dance
where everything I do
can be profoundly met
with what brings forth
the fundamental good.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 17, 2013


Circles

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Here is the circle
where I am held in your heart,
All of me enclosed, included,
Swinging in the hammock
of your care.

Here is the circle of radiation —
all of the warmth
that flows from that cozy enclosure,
Spread to include
those who come in the line of my sight,
Sure to exude all the comforts 
of this dear delight.

Here is the circle
of all who are drawn to the love,
Bringing their own light
and feeling it rise in the center.
Here is the joining of links that will hold us
in that grateful unity
called our community
All of which grows from the start
of how I am held in your heart.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2013