Releasing

afternoon brilliance

When I release myself and you
from all opinions about each other,
all conclusions
that cast us static
as if we could exist
in some inert condition,
some set of predilections
that could be measured
independent of
our hearts’ and minds’ engagement

When I release us
I can tell
This is the sparking we were made for,
This is the ever-new, dynamic
unpredetermined
soul-rush flight we can do
when we are not judged,
when we are free.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 31, 2014

Embodiment

me at Katama

In small steps
my body starts to learn
The only thing that holds it back
is fear

Though fear would say
it holds the path of safety
on which, if I walked far enough,
I would arrive,
In fact, that path will never
get me anywhere but dead
and leaving it
I find myself alive

My only body
is me, embodied,
the bold and present evidence
of Spirit’s being —
It is not shackled,
It does not yearn towards death
but bounds forth fresh,
deep joy receiving.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 23, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern

Into Your Freedom

moss2

Hum of the earth,
web of life —
No need to assert yourself,
no need to fight
against relentless chains

You meld into the strength
of all that holds you —
It will affirm you
without your needing to break anything
It folds you in,
you take your place —
It holds you so true,
all that was false about your life
must fade away

So we return,
so we arrive for the first time,
breathing the ever new
ancient
rhythm of all that is.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 21, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern

Flow

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Your clothes don’t matter
in the place where we are all naked
Your habits, your opinions,
your credentials
weigh nothing, when we shed them all
For to bathe in this river
everything but the pure
sweet streaming of you
must be left behind
(or else it will be washed away anyway)

No one wants a piece of you
Nor can you rest on past laurels
Nor need you feel you have no name
to pull the proper recognition

Everyone who dives in
is borne along the bright current
and the river’s song
sings through us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2014

The mess we’re in

the mess we're in

The heavy school bus groans
and blinks
and rolls
So it begins
(or it continues, for no doubt
it starts at home)
The inculcation of the mess we’re in
The press of lessons telling us again, again
We can’t expect to do the things we want

We’re told we don’t deserve to
and shouldn’t even ask,
We’re told its childish
and it’s selfish
and such hopes are sure to crash
against the real world
and what other people want

So we are severed from ourselves
till we no longer know
our deepest yearnings
and how they tie us
to the order of all things

Then later on we take a quest
to find out what we want,
And when we know it
we are told
we have to find a way
to compromise
to monetize
to pull out some small piece of it
that we can sell
and hope it satisfies

We’ll be so rich
when finally we come to understand
the things we want are keys —
They are the plan
for how we give our gifts,
how we receive
and how we interlock in harmony —
How we all long to serve the whole,
How doing what we want achieves this goal.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 16, 2014

Sustenance

boulder outcropping

In every wilderness
are rocks that can be struck for water
There is hope beneath the sand
Every living thing attracts
that which desires to bless it —
What it needs is there
and will come through

There is a power in everything
to summon what completes its arc,
There is a power in all of us
to meet what makes us spark,
When fear is banished,
the souls that shine alone
will call forth constellations from the dark.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2014

What is True?

katama footprints

What is true?
Today it’s not enough
to have a theory

I need to go down with you
into the spiral
need to attune
to your invitation,
need to receive
this moment of gravity,
this weight that rolls on me
and off, that I roll into

What is true?
This can’t live in a cushioned cloister
supported by reasons
and explanations

This truth lives
in the radiation
through the bones and out
beyond the surface
of the inner infinite
that jumps into the dance of life
and rides.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2014

A Force To Be Reckoned With

surf2a

Right where you are,
where you are right now
despite the swirling flurry
all around you,
despite how you may feel
ungrounded, floundering,
feet swept off the sand,
suspended, tumbled

Right where you are,
the force of your centered calm
is still in play,
It steadily asserts itself
beneath the fray,
It guides you home

You’ll feel a gentle balm
alighting like butterflies
upon your day,
whispering wing kisses
showing you
your heart, even when most moved
is still here,
still offers its sweet nectar
feeding you and everything you love.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 4, 2014

photo by Heather Mulhern

You Are Here

katama1

I see you in the waves —
your little boy laugh
in the small ones at the surface
light green glinting in translucence
catching merrily and falling back
breath held, bright bubbles rising
as he sinks
ecstatic with luckiness
treasure of the caught gift
weighty in his hand

In the large swells
I see your man strength
dark, rolling
rising at the right time
coming up with deep feeling
moving in the logic
of the present need
folding everything
into its potent flow.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2014

Directionality

McKenzie1a

 

Can’t live someone else’s life
Spirit, you’ve given me this perfect day

Mid August, with some leaves already turning
You’ve given me these shots of joy

Red branches in the tops of trees
You turn my focus outward

Streaks of cloud, streaks of cool
Give directionality to my light

I redefine myself as this flowing

©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2014