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Lyric Body

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lyric body

My lyric body dances on sound,
Skips along the logs at Richmond Beach,
Leans into the lift of wind,
Sings the tunes that rise up in response

This is the flow
of joy-impelled intent
which moves to celebrate the balances
of all that breathes in concert with the day
and all the ways it touches
and is touched

This is not the mechanism
I was taught was me,
nor yet a chassis I inhabit —
This is the one that flies in dreams
and also here, perhaps,
in the rich euphoria
spanning all my arcs,
connecting me.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 20, 2014

Lean

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leaning shadows

Give me the energy
of the steep lean,
enough of an angle
that we feel supported by each other,
held up, creating in our leaning
a deep rest

Give me the weight
of a strong spin —
enough of us committed
that our gravity
will grant acceleration
and the swift exhilaration
of the way it feels
to be pulled continually in

We might think it’s enough
to walk through our days
shoulder to shoulder,
a light rub reassuring us
of each other’s presence,
But sometimes we also need
the nourishment of leaning
into the strength that rises on its own
from the bond between us.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 10, 2014

All is Well

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madrona moon

In the dream
the dance was close to flying —
hand in hand catapulting each other up
all the way to the ceiling

In the night I was held
in the deep space of
All is Well
and nothing could impinge
upon my peace
And in the morning
it was still true:

No inky image wants
to remain at dawn —
No one wants to wake up
as the bad guy.
Even the big scary hulks
whose job it is to shout and shout
and make me feel beleaguered

Even they just want to curl up
and be cuddled. There’s no reason anyone
needs to accept a role that doesn’t suit them.
They will all, with great relief
take off their masks
and smile.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2014

Contact

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contact

Hold me and swing
Let us engage
the elemental forces,
Let us harness
the power of gravity
to catapult ourselves
(slingshot around a planet
and on till morning)

Lean in to me
Let us notice
the power of support
to make us feel strong and included,
to make us feel valued and needed

It’s no great virtue
to walk alone —
It doesn’t tap the half of us,
our grand capacity
to wield the magic of connection,
to launch each other upwards into flight.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 22, 2014

Warm Blooded

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The music keeps going through me
and I still remember myself as
a blind, heat-seeking being
slithering always towards
soft connection,
taking it in

It is enough sometimes
to be this,
immersed in the richness
of the present pulse,
being fully filled
in the warm moment
where we rest settled
in the weight of each other.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2014

What is True?

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katama footprints

What is true?
Today it’s not enough
to have a theory

I need to go down with you
into the spiral
need to attune
to your invitation,
need to receive
this moment of gravity,
this weight that rolls on me
and off, that I roll into

What is true?
This can’t live in a cushioned cloister
supported by reasons
and explanations

This truth lives
in the radiation
through the bones and out
beyond the surface
of the inner infinite
that jumps into the dance of life
and rides.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2014

Soul Dance

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trees

It was something about trees —
the commitment, the certainty of their limbs
and the wholehearted way
they offer themselves
to the wind

It was something about laughter . . .
Trees can laugh
in the full-throated voice of storms
and in the head-tossing
clearing of the sky

There is a dance
of everything that’s free —
They dance as one
because they can,
because they all agree
that this time
is worth their presence
and this joining
serves their essence,
and they can be
deeply grounded
and also fly.
They’re here for something —
This dance is why.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2014

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


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


Leveling

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Ah — I must try this more often —
leading with the parts of me
that have no words —
the bubble of my inner level,
the shared weight of contact,
the gravity of presence.

So blind it is of me
to lead with words and concepts
when what is needed is the simple clasp,
the resonance, the holding.

Let me surrender
to the constant liquid flow
that makes us equal
at each moment of connection.
Let me relinquish
everything I think I know,
everything I think I am
for the wordless oneness
in the timeless balance
of life’s unending dance.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2013