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We Will Mend

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At some point we will mend —
it is inevitable,
it is our process,
like phloem flowing from Sequoias,
filling in the damage, year by year,
the bark slowly engulfing
all the wounds

At some point we will mend —
We will stop wearing down
the same old fruitless pathways,
stop kicking up dust,
and with it, every chance for things to grow.
We will be still, and with time,
we’ll find what’s needed
to amend the soil
and help the life return.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 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


Another Fairy Tale

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They wouldn’t let her see the enemy —
Long drapes hung down between,
refracting fabric that sent the light
in all directions, so she couldn’t see
what was jabbing at her, what she
was jabbing out against.

No, it was worse than that.
If she had known there was an enemy
she would have stood up, summoned her strength,
her resolve.
This was more like something eating away
at the edges of her being,
bland nibbles never noticed till too much was lost.

Well, that’s how it was at first.
Then she stood up to fight
and they wouldn’t let her see the enemy,
until, in some last flash of survival instinct,
she stopped thrashing at it
and turned her sword, instead, against
the deceptive drapes,
sliced at them, as high as she could reach
until they started to fall,
great cascading ripples of heavy cloth,
their weight finally hastening their descent

And she saw, on the other side,
someone just like her,
lost and scared and wounded.
In stunned recognition,
they both dropped their swords,
the clanging sound still echoing
as they picked their way across the cloth
to comfort each other.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 17, 2013


Infinity

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Moving beyond
the common daily round,
the obligations and the expectations,
Moving beyond the thought
of what I am, or how I seem,
I glimpse that if I ever feel a lack,
There’s always infinity

Always the infinite impulse of Life,
Always the fathomless reaches of Mind,
Always the vast, unmarked terrain
of every heart

And I can move beyond
the strictures that confine my thought
within the walls of what I call myself,
and all the troubles that entails —
I have infinity,
and that will always be enough.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 8, 2013


The law of interaction

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Let this be an article of my faith:
That every interaction
is designed to be healing,
That healing is reciprocal,
Mutually regenerative,
Engendering an escalating joy,
So affirming, in each of us,
Our power and our purpose
to co-create life
in just this way.

Then let me look around and notice
this same pattern, in every place repeated,
Life so fully and unceasingly
supporting life,
in interlock of movement, shape and rhythm.

This is you.
This is me.
This is Life, here and now.
This is what we must know to expect.
This is truth.
We can see it.
And we all know how
to birth healing
in every shared breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 3, 2013


Centering

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I will go to this deep place
I will go to this place
that’s deeper than the floor,
Deeper than all the floating levels
that shift and sift and change perspective

I will go to where I feel
the elemental hook
that anchors me,
sends a surge of solidness
up through my core and out beyond
and binds me to the stars

I will bring my vision of you
to this deep place,
I will see you centered,
and anchored,
and soaring,
where no false floors
can trap you or distract you,
And so I’ll see you home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 21, 2013


Natural processes

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The organism moves to heal itself
to fill in gaps
And to make whole
its pattern of movement
And when it is restricted
it will move against those bonds
repeatedly, inexorably
Directing all its energies
to crash against whatever chains it
or hems it in

It needs the wholeness of its movement
Just as it needs the wholeness of its body
Needs to be free
to fill the sweeping arcs
for which it is designed

It will break through
Or it will find a way
to move beneath the barrier
And there
Soft and persistent and unmoldable as water
It will wear away the walls
until they fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 28, 2013


Healing

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Love flows in
to all the hidden places
Love’s balm,
Love’s calm
allays all fear, aligns the inner graces.
Every anxious flailing churning clamoring
is put to rest in Love’s deep-running channeling.
Only what is wholesome can grow here,
All progress so attuned to Love, 
All purpose clear.
Let me humbly move at Love’s direction,
Hallowed in Love’s joy and pure affection,
So removed from every claim of pain,
Firm and settled in Love’s holy reign.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2013


Getting home

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There are so many ways
to get back to your foundation.
You can get there by rising —
Your upward thrust locating,
through its balance,
the deep support that sends you on your way

You can get there by falling —
Tumbling for mercy,
Needing everything,
Drawing your aid from your loves.

You can get there in frenzy —
Flailing till everything extra burns out
and nothing is left but the core.
You can get there in stillness —
Settling into your peace
till you know nothing more.

You can forge for it,
Resolute and alone,
Brave and courageous
till all the resistance is done.
You can find it in liquid togetherness,
Gathering strength as you pool
in a deep, shared surrender.

One thing is sure:
You are destined to find it,
Certain as anything known —
There are so many kinds of returning,
So many ways to get home.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2013



Messages

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“What you seek is seeking you,”
And, across the open space,
is calling;
Strong magnetic signals
align your ions,
drawing you towards each other.

What you trust
can come with you.
That which has loved you
will always love you,
And in that love,
has earned the right to stay
steady in your heart,
To stand by you, and too,
to be supported.
What you’re seeking 
will not require you to be split,
or lost, or make uncaring choices;
It will augment in you 
an ever greater love.

That which waits along the side
and craves to bless
will find its blessing,
and in that blessing,
soothe and be renewed,
ignite its purpose in the good it does to others
For as it deeply gives,
it feels its value proved.
And in the work of love
each call for help is heeded
No one will be left out in the cold,
for everyone is needed.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 23, 2013