Tag Archives: identity

Snares

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The webs that lurk beneath the surface
can’t tangle me, can’t tangle you –
our inner impulse must emerge
in full expression, pure and true

These lies we’ve spent our time in,
these nets wherein we’ve thrashed,
these tracks we’ve been defined in
can’t last

They’re all the same for all of us,
and when we stand still long enough,
deprive them of our energy, they fall,
and then we rise.
We fill the rhythm of ourselves,
we leave them well behind  –
they never have been part of us at all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2022

No Fear

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Contrary to popular lore
(I must remind myself)
fearlessness is not irresponsible

I am not required
to file dutifully
through the ugly predictions,
the “realistic” expectations
which have nothing to do,
ever or finally,
with the substance of what we are

It is not irresponsible
to be unimpressed, to be uncowed,
to know the fire within us
is far greater
than what might come to take us out,
that they which be with us
(the Spirit and the Life)
are more than anything that seeks
to them us in.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 14, 2022

You are loved

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That you are loved
can’t remain a distant fact,
something told to you by others
(who knows what their motivation?)

No, you wouldn’t believe it
if it came from outside,
one of the many things people say
in efforts to direct you

This fact of your being loved
is something as deep within
as your own color, something as intimate
as tinge, as light,
something as fragrant
as your own essence

When you find it, you reflect it back
in gratitude, in wonder,
in the simple fact that this is one thing
that must be so.
Sine qua non. There you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 13, 2022

Your Day

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The day will lead you
to one and another of your mind’s pursuits,
your body eager to serve,
nourished by curiosity and engagement

What you attend to
will grow lush – obstacles notwithstanding  –
you will rise like cresting waves to meet them,
the energy bearing you up
not self generated
but yours nonetheless
by virtue of your grand belonging
to the infinity of Life.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 12, 2022

Not what we think

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People are not what you think they are.
You may be sure you’ve got it figured out  –
how someone ticks,
what forces forged them
into who you think they are

But all of that can change
as quickly as clouds disperse  –
none of it is tied to their true being
they can step forth transformed,
and they will know they haven’t changed
though you may hardly recognize them

We people are not what we think we are.
We may be sure we’re molded to some form
which then determines how we think and feel,
but when we’re touched by love
we are transformed – not changed,
but suddenly more real.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2022

On this day

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In the morning, I felt reflective
on the constructs I have held up,
and held dear, then shed like clothes,
like skin

Later, I felt connected
with the source of everything,
I felt embodiment
like a forming crest, like cambium

And now, well after dark,
after this long summer day,
well past my bedtime,
I feel ready to be led,
like a lamb, like a child,
to a more constant praxis
of my Truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 15, 2022

You, sovereign

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Beware the misdirection
of those who serve the beast –
they put forth expectations
in a voice that makes you think
they are your own. They would have you
assume you want the things
they say you want, and fear
the things they say you need to fear,
and be compelled to follow
the story arc that they inculcate
to you and all the others in their thrall

You don’t owe them anything!
You are the sovereign expression
of divinity. The logic of your being
asserts itself through all of you.
It holds the whole direction
for your life,
and you can follow it
in awed discovery
of all the joyful wonder that is you.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2022

Collective

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With my heart I follow
the blades of grass
down to their still points –
each one has a center,
each is individual,
so none become displaced,
though waves of wind sweep over,
bending them silver red green gold
in turn, though they bow in sequence,
then spring back –
each one has its anchor in the ground,
each its source of nutrient,
each its place in the land
to rise up into everything it is
and shimmer the collective dance.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2022

Prospect

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We find you innocent,
and the prognostication
of a long horrid journey
falls away

And the notion of yourself
just discovered to be
a fearsome monster
with many a rage
for which to pay
turns out to be a dream

We shake ourselves free
from troubling illusions  –
we seek refuge
in what guarantees your being,
we get used to the prospect
of not being afraid,
not now,
and not ever again.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2022

To be a child of Soul

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To rise up from the cozy rest
where you have been luxuriously curled,
to move with clear, insightful action
snuggled in the very world,
your touch inspired,
your comfort grounded,
sharing strength with those around you,
setting right each place of need,
nourishing the sprouting seed

Oh may you know,
in this and every moment,
how it feels, what worlds are moved,
what things are brought to glorious fruition  –
oh may you claim this truth
and may it shape your vision  –
you are, and ever were
a child of Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 21, 2022