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Willing

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I am so willing
to learn the way of all goodness!
Let me be vigilant
about the small inner voices
that snarl and sulk
and try to hang onto
constructs that I never wanted anyway

They say they are defending me
but what they are defending
is not me — it’s only all the stories
of my limitations

Where what I am
is the stream of dear belonging
to all goodness, the reflection
of the eternal shining love
I’m ever drawn to

And what I am
doesn’t need defending,
it just needs shining,
just needs my full attention every day.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2017

Sentience

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I emerge from sleep
into the bright light river
of sentience — I feel its keen flow,
delighted in presence,
poised and pleased
to cleave to its Life Source
along the rapid roaring course
of celebration and discovery

This being
is the only one that matters,
the only one that powers
the aliveness that my soul
longs for every day.
I endeavor to stay here,
bring this awareness
into my every move,
into my every breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2017

Following

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True leadership
shows me how to follow
the liquid love that flows
under the surface,
the light that glows through
cracks in our illusions,
the course of which transfigures
everything we thought we were,
everything we thought we knew

We may have said
our life is crucible
for this appearing
but perhaps more accurately
this appearing is our life —
this pure substance
not only powers everything,
but is the everything,
all we ever hoped for,
what we’ll always be.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 5, 2017

A New Start

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In that nightmare world
where we all are graded,
our actions weighed, our choices judged,
where all of us know painfully
we haven’t measured up
to something,
could have done better,
could do still, if only . . .

In that nightmare world, we think
we might feel better
if we’ve done better
than someone —
we think there’s comfort
in knowing that, at least,
we’re not the worst

But we are waking from that world
and look: no one has been any less
than perfect and essential,
no one has been any more than others,
and no one, even us,
has made a trail of sorry choices,
no one has earned misery or loathing

Whole cityscapes of regret
crumble away,
fall and dissolve,
leaving the shining truth
for us to live in.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 25, 2017

The Dance

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Hand to hand
and gaze to gaze
we look to find our truest ways

We try on clothes,
we try on moves,
we try to find a self that grooves,
we want to lift and float and fly,
break through the stiff and staid and dry

We want the space to give consent,
we want to be uniquely met,
not image to image
but soul to soul —
so shall we see each other whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2017

Motivation

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How we each got to this place
is actually irrelevant,
as are the stories we have spun
to justify our current situation

What motivated us
is deeper than any of these things,
deeper even than what we thought we wanted,
and even what we knew we needed

What motivates us
has power to overcome
all the particulars
of time and place,
all the ins and outs
of history and reasons

What motivates us
will keep on burning
while all the papers fall away
and in the end,
beyond all of our roles,
in fearless clarity
it will shine.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 16, 2017

If You Knew

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What would you do
if you absolutely knew
you are loved — if you could
feel it inside
like a bright coal,
like a soft breath,
like the concentration of
everything you can take in
into one potent sphere inside yourself,
pulsing calmness and joy
in fountains, spilling laughter
bubbling and streaming
through your aura

What would you do
if you knew
the love you are
could light the same
in many others, anyone, in fact
that you can see?

©Wendy Mulhern
February 10, 2017

New Growth

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As old containers fall away,
we each may find
we’re more cohesive
than we knew,
and now, no longer blocked off
from the places where
we always longed to grow,
we’ll send our shoots out
bold and green

We’ll be so much more wild and thick
than how we had been told
we had to be,
we’ll twine with others
who had been forbidden,
we’ll make a thicket, a collective tree

And we’ll hold ourselves together
not by rules and condemnation,
but by the gracious tendrils of our truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 5, 2017

Sifting

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From this side
it feels like Spirit sifts me
and all that is opaque
falls by its weight
while all that is transparent
dances and shines,
proving its substance
by how it stands unmoved
by tugs upon it,
and how it swoops and dives
unwavering from Spirit

It is my heart’s deep joy
to be found thus,
and I sense
that from the other side
there is no sifting,
but just that Spirit
knows its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2017

Fire Body

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My fire body
flickers quiet,
burns steady,
straight rising licks
of warmth and intention
softly rippling through the breath of time

I have not known this one for long
though it has surely been here,
powered at its focal point
by the spirit of being

Emerging now to meet the need,
teaching me to move
through these exigencies
calm and potent,
teaching me myself
in a way I hadn’t seen.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2017