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Open

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I held myself open

and the currents coursed in and in
on waves of sound;
I let myself be incomplete
so Spirit could decide,
could take me,
use me in fulfilling its own ends.

I held myself open
and the uncompleted loop invited flow,
caught me up
within a larger motion,
beyond my thought of where I was to go.

This kind of attention —
How to follow
the impulse of the slightest nuance,
to feel the current so created
as a palpable connection —
Engendered unexpected exaltation.

There’s time to be open
And afterwards, time to close
in the grateful rest that plays back
the full glorious song of it,
Remembering it, integrating it,
Becoming whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2013


Dances with trees

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       There is no shaking 
           this centered power
              It goes down deeper 
            than I can follow
         Its roots support 
     this soaring height
Accepting wind, 
  embracing flight,
       Swaying in the sun in exaltation,
                Singing out a constant invitation.
The channel flows
         from root to crown
      The surging quickness
    up and down
Unseen, but felt
  along the surface stillness
    Radiating warmth, 
      exuding wellness.
  There is no shaking
this centered power
 It courses through me
      It owns this hour 
         and in the tutelage of trees
             I find my ground,
             I hold my ease.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 16, 2013

Going home

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I was driving home from dance
and the traffic lights
(red, also in the random droplets
on my windshield)
swayed in the wind —
A gentle undulation
in perfect time
with the shimmery piano music
in my car.
And I could see the music everywhere —
In the slow glide of lights,
and the orchestrated movement
of the traffic.
And in my breath
was the scent
of many people
with whom I’d shared the magic
of the dance.
Going home,
and taking with me
what my body, grateful,
once again had found:
The matrix of connection
and its sweet embrace
that holds us in the music
all the time.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2013


A good dance

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Thank you for
the brightness of your eyes
and the sweet kinetic energy
that wrapped us
into one motion
swirling eddies of wind current
flowing through us
push and pull and contact
spinning and surrender
till the music changed

Later
we closed our eyes
and you sent 
chakra opening light
through your fingertips
It was the color
of rose quartz
and I hummed
into your vibration
till the music ended.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 28, 2012


Contact Improv

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I took a class today and yesterday in a dance form called contact improvisation. One of our teachers said it always feels for her like a metaphor for life. I felt this to be so:

All that went before
belongs to us
And we can move
in the way of early life
Draping, oozing
Traveling along an impulse
that moves through bodies
as it moves through space
Wave on slow-cresting wave

The movement opens us to mystery
The fluid way to find our way in
Into the place of curling and curling
where we return
to begin

We start to feel
the coil that winds us
find its way to spring
We start to live
the settled surety
of this aliveness
Always knowing we belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 17, 2012


Dream Dancing

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While you’re dancing
on the other coast
I am dreaming
not yet in sleep
though I should be—
dreaming of dancing
not in rooms but in galaxies
currents of cosmos swirling
under and around
curling and flourishing 
at light speeds
where distance is no object
and time not either
and our streaming together
sends great sparks
across that dome that we have called the sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 20, 2012


The key

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This could be
the key to the whole world
More than that —
This could be
the key to the whole whorl,
the whole whirl —
the whole moving
whooshing
harmonic of being —
to flying, to riffing
to breathing, to seeing

The key to the infinite joy
which the teachings
have tried to lay out all along
So what was too high to aspire to —
impossible —
Turns out to be elemental, essential,
that which we simply must be

This is the way we exist in the oneness
The vast fractal matrix for everything, all of us:
Every glory is already here
And our life is now found
as we fling ourselves into it
Finding with joy
Our surrender is met in acceptance
as we’re illumined in multiplication of love

This is the key, 
and to share it, we just have to be it
Daily and constantly
dance this delight, until each one
can feel it and see it.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 13, 2012



After the last tone

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In the silence
after the last tone has ended
there’s enough time
for anything —
For judgements to melt
For things that were constricted
to float free
For the tension, and then its memory
to seep away

Words then impressed upon the silence
have deep weight
Don’t waste them 
for they can set
a clear and steady course
across the next cacophonous abyss.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 24, 2012


What you can take with you

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Arms spread wide, radiant face
Laughing, twirling, diving
Pulled by the music, impelled by grace
Moving at one with it, holding
true to the moment
the point of perfection
Filled up, filled out and fulfilled
in the joy of it
Never more sure of your essence, you dance
into your primal divinity
being this you for the very first time
the you that has been you forever

Afterwards, sitting alone
in the tingle and glow
that is all your cells’ memory
This is a truth you can own
Beauty has danced in you
full and enhanced by you
so now it won’t let you go
You’ll carry this mark in you
Love giving spark in you
Whoever sees it will know
This is the treasure you don’t hide away
the gift you will bring to each day.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2012