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Living at the cambium

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I start to understand
living at the cambium —
that thin and vibrant layer
between structure and protection
where everything is new-born
and anything can change

I may have viewed my life
projected over time
as some determined specimen
which could be judged and graded
and would end

But here in this experience
of ever-new creation
in the eager greening 
before the form —
this place of generation
which pushes out the growing tips
and thrives,

There is no noun of me,
no stepping back for an assessment,
no self-image, nothing to defend,
just this new greenness,
this reverberating verb, 
the forming of a now that never ends.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 25, 2013


Your mind is fine

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I invite you to consider:
If you ever felt stupid
because of something
you couldn’t grasp,
however often people hashed 
through explanations,
Perhaps you couldn’t get it
just because it made no sense,
and where you stood,
you couldn’t see 
the flattening
that lent a sense 
of contiguity,
or how others could think
that it was clear . . .

And even if
no words arose within
to clarify your reason for confusion,
it still revealed perception
of something left unheeded,
a missing piece of something
maybe you could sense was needed.
Your mind is fine
and it will guide you,
if you give it rein,
into your truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 22, 2013


No Regrets

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No regrets
for life falls like water
down its course —
The same law always pulls us,
The same law always rights us —
What we choose in any instant
is the product
of precisely where we were,
and from precisely where we are
we always choose
what seems essential

No regrets —
in the wild space of now,
suspended in air,
in vapor or in free fall,
in current or in back flow,
or sucked up in the taproot of a plant,
We still are held
in Life’s law,
and Life will always see us through.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 21, 2013


Desire as Prayer

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The strait and narrow way
is made entirely of yes,
and so, to know my yes
is my salvation

Desire is prayer,
and here is my desire,
uncensored and unspoken,
only understood
in the resolution of my heart,
the longing of my soul, my lips, my skin

Here is my prayer
answered in the gravity of being,
the seated ground, centripetal cohesion
in which I am aligned with all I am

Though I may have no words
or even images,
no explanation of what this might be,
I feel it here, with all of my existence:
Prayer is answered;
this desire
will keep on guiding me.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 12, 2013


The way it has to be

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Life is life —
in every place it finds itself,
it has one goal:
to live —
And living is the grace
of making more life,
more branching life-ways,
more ways more life can thrive.

You are life,
and you have always, always
let yourself be borne
along the course
of Life’s enduring flow,
effortless, inexorable
in your resplendent gravitas

No false stories
can divert your motion,
compelled, as you are
by Life’s law:
You will grow,
and you will bring with you
lush gardens,
rich communities,
deep fecundity
of soil and seed —
so much fruit will come
so naturally, from what you bring,
from your saying yes
to what you are.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 10, 2013


Yes

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I say yes
to your innocence,
Yes
to your innate beauty,
Yes
to the rightness of your purpose.
Yes
to the clarity
with which your essence —
from the sub-molecular on up —
informs your wholeness,
impels your action
in the perfect dance of service
where you feel
so providential,
so propitious,
so graced to be able to give
that which enables the loop of life
to thrive

I say yes to you
and nothing —
no phantom shadows of supposed necessities,
no lies about your substance or your motives —
can blind me to the truth of who you are.
I say yes,
and in this vast permission
there’s enough room
for your magnificent infinity
to be expressed.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 6, 2013


Song of Being

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The clear song poured forth
because it had to,
making no attempt
to fill the proffered goals
of artistry and excellence,
oblivious of any frames of critics.
It overflowed all their lines;
they were amazed
and put forth praise
and tried to hold it up
as the new standard.

But it kept coursing forth,
forever free,
forever unimpressed
by what the pundits said.
Clear song of being —
creating its own perfection
in every melody,
in every chord.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2013


Life Song

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Let me inhabit
the song that I am,
Let its melody course
through my limbs,
Let the deep crystal harmony
roll out its hum in me
Filling my center with bliss

With the trace taste of 
dust of the high mountain rocks
washed in the snowmelt,
cleansed in its rushing fall
Telling the story
of timeless eternity,
Sending the rhythm on down,
And the soft scent of blossoms
So light and ephemeral —
Subtle insistence on living in now

Let me inhabit 
the song that I am,
Learn from my heart and my bones
How I have known this for thousands of years,
How I now come to my own.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 5, 2013


Not what we thought

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We are the beings who fly
with our minds,
the ones who see the underlying patterns,
expressions of the matrix
of all the rolling powers,
everything that moves
in the stately flow
afforded by eternity,
infinitely fast or slow,
ineffable

We are the beings who find the fulcra
where the patterns turn,
and with our understanding,
we can touch them
so they bloom
into ever more involved unfoldment
Not hemmed in by these,
the temporary forms we thought defined us,
not condemned to stumble blind
amid the powers that bind us

We are the beings who ride,
standing, reins in hand,
down the face of nature’s spirals
Let us remember
We are not helpless,
not what we thought.
When we hold strong
in humbleness and service,
We’re so much more.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 2, 2013


Passage

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Give me another turn
let me roll in flashing silver
down the curving spiral
waterway, way of light
Let me be delivered
in the way of
shining eucalyptus limbs
wet and gleaming in the half sun
between the rain

All this is —
integral, whole, contiguous —
can’t be mistaken
for anything it isn’t
All this is
displaces
anything that doesn’t have its essence —
Uncompromising fact
whose quality
outweighs all else,
scattering it,
defining everything.
In that royal splash
let me emerge
same as I ever was.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 27, 2013