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Solace

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What can I give
to comfort you
when you are hurting?

I know through trial and failure
there’s no help
in sharing implications of my world view,
the fine-tuned systems
of my mental geometry

And there’s no help
in psychological analysis
or offering the latest theory
or the hottest healing fad

But I can stand with you
in the quiet of my own thoughts
and I can hold
my vision of your wholeness,
I can witness
the hidden strength within you
that knows how to lead you
to what you need.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2014

Now

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Time to stop talking about it.
Time to wait for the understanding
to catch up to my words,
Time to think about it . . .
Time to stop thinking about it.
Time to move, with my hands,
into the thick of it,
Time to walk into the air
and engage with each breath,
Time to interact,
Time to be this truth,
Time to heal.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 24, 2014

Testimony

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No internal tyrant
can stand against
the law of Love

There are no bargains,
nothing to be bid against yourself,
nothing to be bought,
no wily devil
with whom to gamble
for your soul

You have the right
to remain silent
and let the quiet
truth about your being
testify

Love ensures your innate worth,
outweighs any evidence
the tyrant musters,
Proving
the tyrant is not you
and you are never called
to be its voice.
Your love will take the stand
and you will win.
We’ll see you claim your freedom
and rejoice.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2014

Stability

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Spirit, save me
from the side-wards slide,
the sense of dissonance,
the double vision —
Give me a sense of me
in which I can abide,
some clear stability,
purpose and mission

I can’t bear to be beholden
to whims of chemicals,
to be side-swiped
by chained reactions
trundling through me
like freight trains
bearing cargoes of speculation

I can’t bear to see
my sweet confidence
shriveled like unwatered seedlings,
laid out along the soil,
fast disappearing

Spirit, I need your breath
to steady me, remind me
of your presence
and the anchored truth
that holds me ever more —
the centered touch
that frees my life to soar.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2014

Safety

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Where can we seek safety?
Not in numbers,
not in nameless crowds,
Not in being one of many,
herded, sheeplike, following the rules —
Not everything that claims to lead
is kind
And clearly, there’s no kind of safety
in following blind

How can we seek safety?
Not in more guns,
Not in more locks and keys,
Not in protection from so-called Security
Not in turning our faces
away from strangers,
Not in buying insurance
against all dangers

Not in conformity,
Not from policemen,
Not from reliance on logic and reasons,
Only by building
through small trusts, by hand
a net of acceptance that covers the land —
a weaving us in with no outside for anyone,
no one cast off, left afar —
Then we’ll be safe where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2014

Centered

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The storyteller said
that we were programmed to be slaves,
to look, for our direction,
to a god outside ourselves,
to do, at that god’s bidding,
things we wouldn’t want —
to pull out gold and leave our land crying,
and fail to see our web of oneness dying

The story offered us a key —
We could heal ourselves,
and our world, by knowing
There is no god outside
the elemental harmony,
no purpose separate
from our eternal flowing

And suddenly
We could hold the whole world
with one hand —
all the grand order spreading out
from that nexus
of understanding
we’re not outside the touchpoint of control —
This God within
is our center, and our whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2014

Inside

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We are all pure inside,
We are all innocent.

The raging game of blame,
justification, tallies of offenses,
indignation,
the cringing battles fought within
about the way things went
and what they could have been,
the cover stories, image and bravado
are all just cloaks
and superficial froth
that hide the truth
that we are pure inside

And some of us, for some of us
will have a miracle of insight
to find the door, to take the path,
to wend their way inside
and with their touch reveal
each other’s innocence,
releasing that bright truth
to light each other
and, perhaps, the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2014

In the Company of Plants

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The day knew how
to sit with me calmly,
to let me move
in my own rhythm,
to let me get better
in the company of plants —
tomato and basil and leek starts,
green onions, kale —

No demands were made
on my attention
while I moved slowly
in emerging sun
through tasks that kept my hands
in contact with the crumbly soil,
learning its nourishment,
approaching whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2014

Rising

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ocean swirls

Tide is rising
and the craggy pools
where craggy animals had hidden
all alone against the scrutiny of sky
begin to have connections —
water seeping in
as if from nowhere,
channels forming,
tenuous potential
for some long-forgotten
kind of joining . . .

And then suddenly
there is no separation at all —
waves rush over everything
and they are all united
in the common deep.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 5, 2014

Melting Ice

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Our hearts are too warm
for us to wield the spears of ice,
and all our old wounds
will heal after the ice melts

And it won’t matter
if we were wounded
by ourselves or someone else

After the ice
will be the cold water,
the daring plunge —
the lake of self-acceptance —

The water’s fine
once you get used to it
and as it warms up
from your now-rekindled fire.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2014