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Pool of Bethesda

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(John 5: 1-9)

No angel at a certain season
guards the gate to wholeness
You don’t have to wait
until the water stirs
nor can the others
clambering before you
deprive you of your right
to stand up free.

Truth needs no conduit, no channel
no narrow source to shine its light
It pours forth spherical, eternal
Its reign established, sovereign and bright

(It has been said
To know the truth shall make you free
If this is true
It means that free is what you are
and isn’t something needing to be given
nor something you’re approaching from afar)

It is the same with love
(Please let my life be one that shows it)
No angel, bright or dark, can claim
it stands there to deliver or withhold it
No one can fail, right now
To be the miracle someone has ever sought
nor fail to see that they are loved
and so bestowed the peace that passes thought.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2012



Liberation

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Nothing stops you.
But what wrestling will it take
To break free of every hook in thought
that snags against your fabric
so you’re caught
And makes you think you have no choice at all?

Nothing stops you.
But what words can overcome
the song of chains
you’ve heard so long you find its rattle soothing
Because (you think) it shows you where you are?

Nothing stops you.
In this moment you can rise to grasp
the vastness of your being
and the endless sky,
The power coiled within
that now can launch you free
to spin your dance across the deep expanse of space
Always supported in your native grace.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2012



Shining

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To Becca:


At this time, it doesn’t matter

what has been your lot
your course so far
These things turn out to have no weight,
no say in who you are.
And if you have been sick
And if you’ve been deprived
And if each turn of life
seems to have conspired
against your dreams, and everything
to which you have aspired,
it doesn’t matter:
Today you are awake
Today you have decided to be mindful
And you will tell yourself
as often as it takes
that in this now
your present shining is enough
And the pink sky
can guide you
to the vastness of your being 
and the power of your turning
and the dawning that starts now
regardless of the day’s constraints—
This fuels your hope
and is fed by it
and renders you a beacon
for us all.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 15, 2012



No

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This may be the game
but it is not mine
This may be the game
but it is not life

So much complexity
So many things to study
So many permutations
to distract us, keep us tangled

The hand you’re dealt, we’re told,
You have to play
You may be lucky, privileged or poor
Or maybe you are brilliant but disturbed
Addicted, disadvantaged, or a rising star

It only makes a little difference, though:
As long as we’ve consented to be playing
There isn’t very far that we can go
We all remain imprisoned in the game.

Today I mouth my infant words
of no
No, I won’t play; no, this is not my game
I won’t define you by your cards or course
I won’t pick up the dice of shame and blame
I won’t be cowed by game-incurred alarms
or things the game insists I have to prove
I won’t let any game-based definition
distract me from my purpose and my love.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2012



Prisons

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The door’s loud clank signifies
the guard has unlocked it
I can push through it
and walk in
Each permission
parsimoniously meted:
If not expressly granted,
it is prohibited.

But this is just
the most tangible form
of so many prisons
So many gated runs
we are herded through

Here is my trick:
I won’t fight against these bars
or any others
I will quietly slip out this way:
I will let my spirit fill
until I know
All of me is Spirit
and so I am (materially)
Uncontainable 
Unconstrainible

I will not ask
what I am permitted to do or be
I will let who I am
(all Spirit)
do the defining of me
So, easily,
will I be free.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 12, 2011



Freedom

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My sovereign soul
Now steps clear
of all restrictions
Everything that might constrain connection
Any sense of bowing
to dictators of repression
who claim to grant permission
and sanction all my actions —
They have no more traction,
    engender no reaction.
So I can be
the one who is needed now
I can see
the thing you are asking for
And I can give forth
from my own authority
that which you’re needing
that which belongs to me
     steadfast integrity
     homing insistently
     daily delivering
Soul-garnered freedom.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 6, 2011
 
 
 

Fight Mode

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I am called to fight
Roused to fierce defense
Shaking the bland shroud
that duped me for so long
    that said, you are free—see?
You’re free to choose
and you (collectively) have chosen
to step on the heads of others
while running this ugly treadmill
You have chosen
to buy what you want
for the low cost of your souls
and let the land be raped
just so you wouldn’t know.
No! I did not choose this
and no I do not want this
and no I will not let you take
my supple soul.
So I stand
Centered, wary
Charged by a line of power
Pulling an ancient strength
Down through the lines of life
Star-started DNA
Holding me steady
Source-aligned thunder
Clearly aimed, ready
I have been wakened to see through the sham
I will defend us with all that I am.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2011


Free

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Here’s a possibility —
A space a box creates
by enclosing it
(corners like elbows 
pushing out to make room)
Here’s a possibility:
We could be free.

Free is something 
I have maybe never been
Though we are told we are
We’re also told there’s no free lunch
So there you go.
We are not free if we are bought
We are not free if we must buy our right to be
with work on tasks we wouldn’t choose
on projects that don’t serve us.

Here is a thought:
If I’m enslaved,
It’s my own mind that chains me
That tells me things must be this way
That I don’t have a choice
That I should never deign to think
that I deserve to choose my work,
To own my gift.

Here’s a possibility:
A whisper in a little box —
The box could grow until
it can contain us all
and we can learn
our freedom.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 29, 2011