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Nature and importance

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Within my thought
and possibly to someone else,
I’m trying to convey
the nature and importance
of my innocence

The nature  – in my thought,
it rockets up the sides of trees
and down along the roots,
it darts and pulses with the flow of energy,
and it can do no harm, for it’s defined
within the very impulse
that brings it forth

And as for its importance  –
it frees me from the minefield of regrets,
it lets me know that I am whole,
and always have been,
it shows me, in this moment,
how to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2023

Life wins

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My hope is that we’ll live to see
bricks of oppression crumble,
as the dendritic seep of life
laces through everything,
and what’s alive is strengthened,
and what is not of life
becomes increasingly irrelevant

Our strength will not be
the rules we were forced into,
won’t be the structure imposed from without

See? This kernel of strength
grows within us,
this network of strength
makes its own innate order,
this blooming of strength
fills our minds with its fragrance
and ushers us into our own.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 28, 2023

Courage of the plural

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We will not speak of sparks,
since wildfires are so fearsome,
yet we find connection spreading,
often along unexpected lines,
and one or another thing
can be what calls us all together

A small all, perhaps, at first,
but enough to make a we,
and we are powerful,
however few we seem to be –
the courage of the plural
overcoming isolation  –
our first necessary taste
of being free.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 17, 2022

In Common

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When I release the labels,
every one of us can slip through the bars,
free as fish, smooth as silver flashes,
anything that bound us up in judgment
left behind, caught against the grate

We didn’t need those definitions  –
we can laugh in sleek joy
to find ourselves united
in the bright grace of our being
and the unity with which we move,
sharing currents and clarity,
surging onwards along our common course.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2022

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

The One whose I am

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It wasn’t enough to know
my chains were self imposed,
as I fumbled through the keys and locks,
ever more heavy

The sweet release revealed
I have no power to impose chains.
The Principle to which my being moves,
of which I am the proof,
does not allow such folly

What freedom to admit
I am not my own!
What a relief to know
the One whose I am
is kind.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 19, 2022

Didn’t

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I didn’t have to give consent,
although the many voices claimed
I had no choice  – this was the sentence  –
since it had been passed
I had to go along,
had to live the arc
of that story

I didn’t! I didn’t have to,
and I didn’t do it, did not consent
to play the role, to sink down
(sad or struggling,  it didn’t matter)
into the pit

My life is not confined
to that dimension.
I can slip sideways
and step away free.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2022

As we are lifted

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And some of us
are kept in our prisons
by the belief that
there’s no better place,
not having experienced one,
and seeing so many places
that look much worse

But the purifying rains
will wash us all –
wash out each grain
of our particular prison.
We may feel at first
that we, too, are washing away

But by degrees
the light rays that comprise us
will move with such conviction
that we will know
this is really us
and we are really here
and all the body memory of prison
will be gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 17,  2021

The small knot

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Down there in the smallest place,
if I reach gently, if I probe with patience
and precision, I can find and untie
the smallest knot. Here is where change
begins, here is where the whole huge projection
said to cast its shadow on the whole world
can be released

Not till the knot within is loosed
can the big lie, too, be seen
as having no power to tie us up
in knots. Once the small knot is released,
everything begins to tumble free.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 2021i

Shrouds

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Go ahead and take it down –
however proud of it you may have been,
however much you thought you needed it

Go ahead and take it down,
though you have counted it as your own,
like a tattoo, or something deeply etched

It may have markings of your status,
high or low, or what you’ve earned,
it may be tied up in how others see you,
but go ahead and take it down

Old tatters or a rich brocade,
the colors and the tallies of the teams you played,
the records of your triumphs and mistakes you’ve made –
you’ll be much freer when you take it down

The shroud removed, the light comes streaming in,
you feel the air anew, and you can breathe again,
as life unlimited fills up the waiting plain
at every place the shroud is taken down.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2021