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Time In

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Let me give you a “time in” —
A time of contact,
of enough cuddle
to be an answer to your lost cries
A time in
Like time before time
when everyone knew
what to do about cries
that cry meant cuddle me
Bring me in
Let me know home
Oh yes
Now is the time
for time in
for everyone:
The hothead
The curmudgeon
The one who cringes inside his shell
darting in alarm at each approach
The one who sits alone
The one who sits with all her so-called friends
hiding isolation under loud words
The ones who make their dogged resolutions
with no idea what would earn the in ticket
The ones who hide their keening under sharp motion
The ones who try all day but can’t fix it
Oh World!
Let us give each other time in
Let us come home to connection
until we have the circuits to unite
in tender understanding and affection.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 22, 2012


The need to be witnessed

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It is not too much to ask
to have someone to take
by the hand
To lead down corridors
of memory, experience, imagination
To say to: look—here’s a picture of me
as a child
And here’s the song that still reminds me
of that summer back in ’78
full of sun and angst and wild escape
And here’s a thing I learned in Italy
along the streets of Florence

It’s not too much to ask
to have someone who keeps
a special box for treasures
tucked in an honored place
inside their mind
to put the things you share
and take them out
and look at them sometimes

And yes, you’ll keep a treasured box
for all the things your friend has shared
You’ll take them out in gratitude
You’ll love them, since you care

No need to strive for some
prescribed degree of fitness
It’s not too much to ask 
to have a witness.


©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2012



Convergence

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As words come to me,
my receptivity
rises up to meet them

As my seeking for a way to bless
ranges out across my consciousness
Your arms extend a place for it to rest

Such bliss! To meet in the convergence
My need to give, your willingness
now, to receive
In this, your hunger blesses me
and meets my need

The figure loops, we spin around again
This time you give, and I receive
But then
Perhaps as current flows
dynamic, into one
Our pulse, too, unifies
and every boundary
becomes undone.


©Wendy Mulhern
February 17, 2012



All my loves

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I want you together
I want the paint of my words
To flow through many transparencies
Touching each one
So you each know
These words are for you

(Your heart is so generous
Your hands are so beautiful
Your hug is so warm
Your path is so magical
Your smile is so radiant)

The colors course along the lines
The pentagram of power
Binds us to each other
Sends our signal out as one.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2011



For Love, on her birthday

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It is not your path—
the moving corridor
where everyone steps on
and stands with baggage
and waits to be delivered
to the next destination

Your path darts in and out
through many worlds
The doors between them
things you notice:
Doors of willingness
where intention can form a room
Doors of silliness
where the dizzy twirl of the soul
may open something new
Doors of metaphor
where a seed may be itself a door
And this is you
With laughter or with trepidation
facing changes —
Going through, going through.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 18, 2011



frost

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frost last night
rooftops white
called out for cuddling
hugging and snuggling
soft radiation
from warm liquid comfort
coursing the corridors
running the heart paths
beating the inner drum
toning the ancient hum
fire cast shadows
flicker in reddish glow
heat sources, signaling,
summon me home.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 6, 2011


Folding: Three Figures

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I
Some origami masters
fold in dim light
Perhaps this helps the forms
engage imagination’s flight
Perhaps it sensitizes
their fingers and their thumbs
Engendering precision
that only comes
with the closest of attention
with the time it takes 
to sense the folds
against the darkness
of the room.

II
You asked me for some feedback
I said, just that it was perfect
That appraisal can apply again today:
That everything you brought —
Your gifts, your insecurities —
Were just what was needed
As must be
(The law that governs this
being impeccably precise)
No thing you bring
is ever out of place
It flows in oneness
in the dance of grace.

III
I’m taking time
to let you grow
to let me heal
to smooth the flow
until the shift across the fold of time
will, in its time, reveal
the form once hidden
in the implicate—
unfold it splendid
in its primal state
where all potential stands, realized and steady
where all that is to be is there already.


©Wendy Mulhern
November 2, 2011



Friends

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They walk and talk and flock
Their glances flit
Their shoulders wait to settle
Their bodies to be hugged.
In each one
Love rises like bubbles
through the complex layers of fears
Rolls up laterally
along stories crafted for self protection
Finds the cracks and squeezes through
Attains another level.
Love shines from deep within
a glow
that won’t stay trapped
It must gain strength
as it goes higher
and is seen as beauty
and is seen as grace
as mama-bear-caring
for each one’s safe place.
Love surfaces
fervent in tattoos
and incongruous, amazing eyelashes
and sudden, brimming smiles
and eyes that see them.


©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2011



A True Confession

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It’s time for me to stop bragging
and confess my need
I need to share
the Mind touch
and not be alone
I need the sweet receivers of my being
I need to know that I am of the One.
That would assuage 
the loneliness
I beat back daily
(usually with pretty good success)
obviate my craving for some token
a heart connection openly expressed
unfold for me the oracled reunion
where all of us remember who we are
and dance as one in rapturous communion
so satisfying every deep desire.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2011



facebook photos

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What is this urge? This longing to be seen?
The double image
—being you
and watching yourself be—
Adds desperate extra light
to the edge of your intent
If you are seen to be beloved
perhaps you are
The photo, captured and broadcast
is proof
And if you’re in enough of them
you’re safe
You won’t be fading out of view
until tomorrow.
©Wendy Mulhern
Aug 3, 2011