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Attitude of Dance

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    Two trees
Their limbs now bare
Reveal an attitude of dance
The smaller one
Leaning in to feel the sweet enclosure
Of the other’s arms
The larger one
Awed and grateful
Holding such a rare and precious gift

Along the dance of time
The moment
The truth of their embrace, their love
Is held
While we, ephemeral
May wander by it
May be drawn in 
By moments we have felt
Which may remain
Long after we have danced them
A memory this kind of stance imparts
As stable as if formed in living wood
Enduring as a tree
Within our hearts.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 7, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard, “Letting Go”)

Vibrations

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far more potent than a simple touch
the energy of eyes and partnered motion
may flow, may swirl,
may come to mean so much
it fills me, moves my spirit
like an ocean
in tidal highs and waves that rush and roar
in rhythmic beats
along the sands and rocks of shore
aligns my pulse, expands my breath
augments my action
ionizes me, incites attraction
so that today, in indoor quiet
cocooned here from the stormy day outside
I’m warmed, beyond the radiator’s heat
by this: a nameless fullness of the heart.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2011


You might want to know

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In the end
it doesn’t matter
who you thought you were
or why you thought you couldn’t —
Your light outshines the shapes you made 
for it to show through
You dazzle us
which meets your deep design
not engineered by recoil or by intellect
but by an essence
eons older than you think you are
So there
You’ve done it
and the echoes of our shared delight
reverberate in bliss
so now you know
you didn’t need to worry
This is who you’ve always been
This is who you are.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2011

(Background music: Isaac Shepard, “Lull Goodbye”)

Invitation

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To all of you
yearning toward the core
longing for the centripetal clasp
that will let you spin
in ecstasy of connection
Feel our pull
Gravitate
Join the force that overrides
isolation’s stagnant stasis
No need to tell yourself
you haven’t been invited
Your own gravity
qualifies you
You, too, can bring your life force
into the circle
You, too
can swirl into the dance.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 12, 2011



Perfection

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some things are perfect
delightful in every way
nothing contrary
has any say
some things you win
applying
meticulous design
some things come so simple
they arrest your mind
you ponder
how could this have happened?
can I make it work again?
but you don’t know the answer
so the mystery remains
and some things, by their nature
when you let them be
will always come up shining
and you just may see
there’s a wisdom in releasing
all your dreams to find their homes
there’s a magic in allowing things
to come into their own.


©Wendy Mulhern
October 4, 2011






Liberation

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I made my choice
to enter
into my voice
to let my center
spin out and fill that long-time silenced space
Triumphant liberation
to shed off that mutation
the muteness I had donned
as habit – cloak tight drawn
lest I be out of tune, or out of place.
I sang!  I joined the hum
though hesitant at first,
soon, in full strength, with all the music asked
harmonic notes that joined and amplified it
a glow of sound in which we danced and basked
It soothed me, and it added to my courage
in ways I hadn’t realized I needed
It joined me to the others as our voices blended
I entered my desire and so succeeded
I look at life in humbleness and awe
Always a brightening; each day, a new “aha.”
©Wendy Mulhern
July 9. 2011



After the Dance

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I feel somewhat shy about sharing this poem.  Though I have tried to get as many people as possible to look at my blog – alerting them to poems I have written about them – this one I will be quiet about.  The feeling too strong, perhaps; the danger of being caught gushing.  But I think it actually captures my true experience.
After the dance
The lift of life along my finger’s edge
sends forth a joy that flows up through my arms
with every surface sensitized, each movement led
by something holy, every footstep charmed
I come away at night in rapt communion
still preciously suspended in a web of love
still ringing, still held quiet in the chord of union
but reaching, soft, for what I’m thinking of:
to seek these friends beyond the open door
of dance, the place where now I see them shine
To learn the syntax of each life, and find
particularities of grace unknown before.
And so I humbly send forth my intention
to take these friendships to a new dimension.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 30, 2011



Freedom to Move

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Yesterday’s poem and today’s were both inspired by watching clips of the PS22 Chorus.(check them out here)   The charismatic teacher doesn’t keep any glory for himself but brings it out in the kids, who move freely and nail the syncopated rhythms and the harmonies and the nuances of the melody.  I was amazed by their freedom and also by what the teacher’s example taught about what’s possible.  My own freedom of movement has been a relatively new development; watching them move so naturally made me think about where such freedom comes from – that perhaps it’s more natural that it be there effortlessly than that it be hard won.
Birthright
No need to retreat behind your skin
to a small box that thinks without moving
some disconnected separate life within
that dreads a coming time of proving
There is no course of regimented learning
and no certificate required
The potent path of following your yearning
delivers you to where you are inspired
We each are born with full permission
to move in elemental grace
to bring our ancient essence to fruition
to fully fill our pre-established place
Each of us, by right, lives in connection
Our turning, and the world’s, bring forth perfection.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 17, 2011



Body and mind

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My body is not
the puppet of a mind
that rides eye high
in the sedan chair of its head
and steers it with its rods and strings
in jerky, awkward movement.
My mind is not a lonely recluse
staring out its eye windows
wishing it could move with grace
and interact, and know some body.
Nexus more than locus
in dynamic intersection
Nodes of pulsing energy
Swift connecting unity
No disembodied mind
No mindless body:
one being that is won
living in the One.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 16, 2011



The Holy Church of Hands

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Here in the silent space
between the songs
Here in the waves of harmony
within the chords
Here in the place you feel that you belong
you step into the holy church of hands.
It stands unmoved
sacred like trees
The holy church of all that you are
brought in, embraced
The holy church
of all we have never yet known
that waits within
a kernel that takes in and takes in,
infinitely,
the water that compels
all potential to expand
our hands to reach out and reach out
and intertwine
pull all into one
and fill the universe
with song.


©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2011