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True Love

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fireplace fire

We build our little tipis, wait for fire,
we love the roar and warmth
and then it dies,
We’re left with ember, ash,
we’re left to ask:
where will we get the wood next time?

We seldom even notice that we haven’t asked
What lights the fire anyway?
And what of us has been consumed,
What has been fed?
What’s the sustaining substance of our joy?

Here is a secret: in our natural state,
we’re lit up not by burning but by being,
No conditions are required,
and we don’t need to wait —
Our love is in our yearning and our seeing

Our love ignites — it doesn’t need to be ignited,
our love is light before a fire is even lighted.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 19, 2016

Pep Talk

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maple hollow

No point in sitting around, waiting around,
hoping to be loved.
Am I not love? Am I not able, therefore,
to love fully and freely,
and bring all that joy
abundantly home?

No point in checking daily, hourly,
for signs of approbation.
The affirmation of my worth
comes from the fount that springs up,
constantly, from my essence. In the allness
and the oneness of infinity,
there is no place but here,
and here and now
is where I am celebrated,
as are we all.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 6, 2016

This Smile

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iris

I traced the line of your lips
with my finger,
I touched your cheek.
That was all it took, really —
that kind of attention
calls forth affection
as if out of nowhere

I smile. You are not sure —
you really hope to believe it
but I have been less than warm
for longer than I’d noticed.

So you’ll look again
with that hope in your eyes,
hope for this smile,
which, really,
how could I have withheld it?

©Wendy Mulhern
April 15, 2016

Deepening

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Marcola oak

Truth will not let my love be shallow.
It will deepen me
if needed by carving canyons
with the restraint of a Missoula flood.
There won’t be any time for mourning —
all I cherished as myself
will be gone in a flash,
and in the ravished, newly purified
place of my being,
the rocks will stand exposed.
I will be deepened
along the channels that pour through.

Love will not let my life be shallow.
It will send its roots down
to the very depths of me,
finding the ancient water,
drawing it up
to nourish everything
that grows within my sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2016

Leave Taking

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Leave taking

I leave you
in the hands of Love,
I trust Love’s knowing of you
to be the one most satisfying thing
I can imagine for you

I leave you
in the hands of Truth, knowing
there is no other source
of what you are,
and it establishes you
in dimensions I can’t even start
to fathom

Life holds you
in the comprehensive grace
that marks each one of its creations,
I leave you
knowing
you are never left alone.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 31, 2016

Vessel by Jennifer McCurdy, photo by Josh Liebowitz

Going Forth

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Green Lake sunlight

I will take nothing with me,
no preparations, no opinions,
no preconceptions as to
what I may contribute,
what I may receive,
no assessments of the problems
or the limits, no concerns
about the inputs or the outcomes

I will take nothing with me
but the promise
that what I need will arise
in the alchemy of interaction,
in the provision, in the book of Life,
for the perfect meeting of everything
and the exultant spark
of the connection
that lights up all the stars
that comprise our presence.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2016

Covered

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rain reflection

There is a love deep enough
to reach your very lowest point,
to wrap you up and hold you
tender, safe

There is a love that answers
generations of woe,
long legacies of dashed hopes,
intransigent injustice

There is a love for which
the wildest writhings
of your struggling heart
are no problem

You don’t have to be
small and polite
to qualify for Love’s covering —
don’t have to assume
you only get a small blanket

There is a love that can heal
all of your memories,
all of your doubts
all of your fears for the future

Here is love for you:
whatever you need,
you are covered.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2015

Traveling

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look up at trees

We roll by each other
in our steel boxes,
bound by the road
to a similar course,
each in a separate world
(a metaphor for how we move through life)

In each car, a mind,
each mind a mirror for the infinite,
each one a pool, unsearchable in depth,
and in each depth,
an ever-burning love

In each love, an endless store of strength,
a balance weight, a source of clear direction,
the thrilling, searing certainty
of being worthy, sovereign

So this is how we save the world,
not by riding up along the road,
but in the vertical connection
that holds us, perfect, to our source.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2015

Nothing More

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pond in golds

I find myself suddenly
very small,
very still,
glad enough to have
nothing to say,
profoundly relieved
to realize
I’m not my life’s designer

Even more, I see
that it has never been my job
to design or to evaluate
any other life.
I am small and still
in the great hush of seeing
All these lives are each their own,
yet meshed together
in a design so many spectra vaster
than I can even count

These lives, like mine
are loved with such tenderness
there’s nothing I can say about it.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 15, 2015