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Sharing Stories

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gems

We traded in the currency of wisdom —
Bright beads strung on chains of story,
held out in our gesticulating hands,
exchanged in channels of our care

We were all lit up
in the refracted rays
of those deep gems
we each had mined,
ofttimes in solitary toil,
and now could bring out in the light
to share

So we grew richer,
the wealth of these being
the way they multiply when seen,
the way they fill up our dark places
with a glow that warms us solidly
while still revealing
their enticing depth.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2014

No more answers

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no answers

Well, there may be answers
but they’re not pre-packaged,
not catalogued, not stored away
to be pulled out when mildly relevant,
slapped into self-congratulating use

The only answers
must rise integrally from the brew,
kambucha mothers to the moment’s process —
They are not for solving things
but for savoring
the slow, unlabored turn toward resolution,
the feeding and the growth
of what is formed when we’re together
when our seeking hunger
is answer to each other

We live here —
Not in the artifact
but in our living thought —
the new, the quick,
the nourishment
of what we each have brought.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2014

Let us gather

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Let us gather
among these sweet tears,
Let us grieve,
Let this shared fountain
wash through us
with all its sadness —
Let it flow
until it clears

Let us gather
for we will be shelter
for each other, we will be
home. We will be
the way we make it through —
We’ll see each other
and so be known.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2014

By design

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Don’t worry.
I won’t lay out my program of bliss
without you. You are in it,
you will always be in it
because your being
brings me such joy.
(And if you want this
to apply to you, it does.)

I can’t imagine
bliss without you there.
The precise hue
of your perspective,
the timbre of your laugh,
the texture of your cuddle
are essential.
Your wisdom balances things,
your needs are needed.
In my vision
you will always have a place.

Wendy Mulhern
November 3, 2013


Butterflies

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(notes on the second summer five-women gathering)

Let us melt
into the soft, orgasmic
surrender
where everything that we’ve accumulated —
the triumphs and the woes,
the stories of what’s happened,
the win and lose of what we have become —
dissolve into imaginal potential
for our metamorphosis
into our own.

What we have called a false start
or called a failure,
or called a choice that didn’t do us good,
all serve as food for our unfoldment,
unmarred by scars from anything we’ve done.

Here in this company
we feel our wings expanding
just like our hearts
that hold each other whole —
the selves we own
by seeing them reflected
in kindred eyes that shine the light of Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2013


To Chris: Angel Wizard

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It took coming together
to know
the gift of your questions —
to see how broadly they were cast
and how we each,
from our deep longing to be heard,
were so enchanted —
sweet that you should ask,
sweet that you should listen
with such articulate and cogent interest —
the light so thrown on us
that (what now seems surprising)
we never thought to ask about the source —
that unassuming shining
that reached out to hold us up
and make a structure
in which we held the love
to keep you safe.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 29, 2013


Good Times

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We came riding down
chutes of laughter
like kids on a water slide —
great swoops of bright sound
cascading and splashing
and we felt renewed,
and we set each other off
again and again,
perhaps less for amusement
than for how it made us feel —
ready to scamper around
and up the ladder again.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2013


Spirit Home

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This is where our spirits fly
when they need to be at home,
when they need to be seen,
when they need to stretch out
along the lines of one another,
need to glide in the steady intention
of time-lapsed clouds and plants,
ever attending the trend of our merging,
in sinuous touch of this moment emerging

This is the nest of spirit home
feathered with gifts we each have grown,
welcoming each, in touch and song,
making each shining our own.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 22, 2013


Being Nourished

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(notes from the seventh five women gathering)

We wanted heaven
and when we gathered,
each with her desire
for healing, wholeness,
and that light-connection
which we each could feel
was what our essence craved,

When we gathered,
each with unfinished threads
of our own deepest strivings,
having gone as far as we could go alone,
By some bright miracle
and really without any of us trying,
our seeking edges knit themselves together:
In an instant,
quick as light flashing over water,
we each were whole,
we all were one,

We breathed the inextinguishable knowing
what it was like
to be in heaven —
how the strong arcs of our intention
circled one another, held us up,
how we each were lifted
to be a beacon for the others
thus fulfilling 
just the thing we needed for completion,
Thus embracing
what we’ve been and what we are becoming,
Fully tasting
what it is to be profoundly nourished,
what we’ll know to grow to
from now on.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2013