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Still Point

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Seeking stillness,
seeking coolness,
you sink gratefully
into the center point
where everything expands
in endless depth,
patterns and colors
incidental to the clear focus
as the stillness opens on and on —
round sound welcomes you in,
with ample room for echoes.
There is as much time here
as it ever takes
to coalesce, to find home,
to be reborn.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 16, 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


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


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



It’s time

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OK, friends
OK, winds and clouds
OK, hidden sliver of silver sun,
Silent magic snow, birds warbling at dusk —
I’m ready for that miracle
Ready for some brightness
that I didn’t make myself
Ready for some joyful laugh
to overwhelm the trembling cusp of sadness
Ready for that surprising gift
of simple presence
to move me from this place
to where I flow again
Swift cascade of river
Leaping homeward
Singing constant
through the night.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2012


Internal Tapestry

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We begin
with music-indexed memories
Scenes and signs that rise up with the songs
Laid down on their strains
Returning faithfully
every time the song is played

We add
Impressions from the day —
The rain outside,
The cozy orb of home,
Companionship and tasks,
The texture of our efforts 
and the thoughts that group around them

This becomes
another layer on the songs —
will mix with older memories:
Next time we play them
these images will surface with them, too
So the colors deepen and grow richer
So the days add flavor to our view.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 1, 2012


Returning

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There is evidence of kindness everywhere
In the undercurrents of life
the breathing and the circulation
the giving and receiving
the ebbing and the flowing
providing every need

There is kindness in the stillness of the stars
and in the waxing moon
and in the season’s turning
Soft fall of darkness
and the leaves’ returning
to the earth

Everything that sets out
comes home sometime
As sure as breath
As sure as tides
It finds its place
in the matrix of kindness
It finds its welcome
rejoins its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2012


Fall Equinox, Home

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My house is cozy
The warmth and the light of it
And the people in it
Our comings and goings
The comfort we give one another

My house is cozy
As the days retreat toward darkness
and the clouds close in
and the house sounds gather
behind closed windows
that muffle the ones outside

It’s a kindly enclosure
Softness and color
Sweetness and sustenance
Loving arms circling
each gift we each bring
All of our rays in concave concentration
magnify richness of home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2012


Coming Home

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My longings set out first

some weeks ago, like clouds
wandering upon some wind
looking for the stream to bring them
where they wished

My thoughts came next
More efficient, they immediately
found themselves home
attended to the things they needed
word empowered, neatly ordered

Finally, my body makes the trek
It’s slow, but it’s learning
It can’t quite fly like longings
or just be there, like thoughts
Today, through flights and waiting
it makes its way

No longer a delicate package
prone to discomfort
which has to be managed
No longer an egg
with liquid insides that get shaken

My body is learning
to stream free in Spirit
to move with the currents
that move all the elements
Not yet proficient at getting there quickly
Still it will find its way home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2012


The Nest of Home

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The nest of home
is woven out of love —
So many tendrils necessary
to make it strong

When home is strong
We have a place
where we don’t need
to hold ourselves up

We can relax
into the love of others
and in that relaxation
add our strength
Weave in our own bright threads
to build the home to which we all belong.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 28, 2012