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Jubilee

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lagoon reflection

This is the jubilee,
and all debts are forgiven.
Nothing that has weighed heavy
on your sense of worth,
nothing you have tallied,
no way you were measured
and found wanting
gets to stand

Consider the sheer brightness of it,
like sheathes of water falling down mountains,
like the water-colored silence
where all clamor ceases,
like the clarity that fills your face
after the water splash:
in this moment, you are free

None of the acts or reactions
you thought had trapped you,
none of the ruts
you thought defined you,
none of the bad choices
you thought required atonement
have any mark upon your being

This is the jubilee
where you start with
what you now see
you have always been.
All debts are off. Begin.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2016

My Choice

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sovereign trees

Today I choose sovereignty.
I will take the time
to sit down into this truth,
to feel the weight of it,
to feel the power.

No one else is here
in my consciousness,
no one to declare that I am helpless,
no one else to set up obstacles
it says I must surmount,
no one to lay blame,
no one to say I don’t have control
of my being

Yes I surrender
to something larger
than what I think of as myself.
I don’t surrender that surrender
to anything else.

I surrender to the Allness
and take up my sovereignty
in the true reflection of the One.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 29, 2016

You, Inside

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February trees

What are you then,
when your memory
has come unmoored
and you don’t know
where and when you are,
or why or how you’re here?

I see you are the same inside —
it feels no different
to wander in those corridors
of mind, of time,
to play the rhythms
tapped into your psyche
from long ago events,
to hum, to breathe, to doze

Your loops of thought
don’t intersect with us,
but that makes little difference —
We’re the ones you struggle to place.
You are still your own companion,
the one who doesn’t fade away.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 28, 2016

Outside

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Discovery park trees

I stepped outside myself
and shut the door
to stand in the light
to consider
maybe I could stay out here
maybe I could recognize
these are the rays of my alignment,
this is the source of my power

Out here the air is fresh
and there are no stories
blocking my view.
I could get used to it.
Perhaps I could learn
not to go back in.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 12, 2016

Weight

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piling

Still looking for the state of mind
where stones will float —
where the amazing heaviness —
the weight of a soul,
the depth of my caring —
will rise up
in the equipollence
of its brilliance,
lighting up itself
and all it shines on,
resting in the presence
of what it is
and the enduring gravity
of its essence.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 2, 2016

Rags

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Richmond beach driftwood

In this threadbare place
where I can no longer settle
for the flimsy garments
of my past, fake life,
for the oppressive garb
of my appointed station

Where I have yet to find
the robes of power and of justice
(though I have dreamed them
oh so many times)
I stand in rags
but not for long

The force that makes me,
that places me at rest,
possessing a prodigious energy
I’ve yet to tap,
that gives me everything I’ve ever been
and all I am to be,
that grants deep decency to all,
will clothe me, too.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 21, 2016

Sovereignty

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Carkeek reflections(or how to heal the world)

There is no grid of time or space
through which we move,
tracked along the x axis
through the highs and lows
of daily random y’s

These lines bend at our will,
we hold them, gathered,
in our hands,
we roll them out
through all the planes of consciousness —
they move at our command

We are not in the world, rather,
the world is in us,
so in the steadying of ourselves,
we steady it —
we calm it, reassure it, and set it
gently on its course.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 20, 2016

Inner Voice

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crow landing

Truth is,
you need to trust
your inner ear,
your source of balance,
your intonation,
and no attempts to balance you
from over here
can be of any use. I need to trust
that you will calibrate
and find your finest tuning
on your own

Truth is,
I need to trust
my inner voice
and not let it be silenced
by reasons formed somewhere outside
the center of my being —
by my mistrusts, or by concerns
of others, or second-guessing
how its counsel is perceived.
I need to hone its clarity
by listening and following
and holding true,
even if I’m not sure why I do.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 17, 2016

To a woman at Fred Meyer’s

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Discovery tree and sun path

You are not your shopping cart
nor the objects in it,
nor the course it rolls on the ground
with its creaky clumsiness

You are not the tracks through your life
that bring you here
to the bright lights
and the high aisles
with their choices of nothingness

You are not the cage-like strictures
for which you make up your face
and hair, and clothing,
you are not the brittle, limited options
of what to be in this world

You are amazing.
And you are sovereign —
In your being
is the understanding
of how to walk free,
in your hands
the limitless richness
that comes from your source,
the infinite power to bless,
the simple end
to this atrocious farce,
the dynamo inherent in
I Am.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2016

Empty

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Magnuson sun glow

I’m learning that I do best
when I come empty —
with nothing that I think of as myself,
nothing to present, nothing to protect,
nothing to be measured, nothing to improve,
nothing to vaunt or hide,
nothing to be envied or to envy

Only my naked willingness
to be formed, like a flame
in the alchemy of interaction,
to discover myself and another
in the living touch of our connection

Here I am doubly blessed —
blessed by what you are
and blessed by what I rise to be
in this holy moment
where we meet.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2015