Tag Archives: love

Water ways

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Oh, Love, show me the way,
not just the broad, idealistic way,
not just the platitudes

Show me the myriad, immediate,
tiny water ways,
the present way to seep,
to move with love
in every aspect of my thought  –
my first impression, my next conclusion,
my pre-perception outlook …

How I take in and include
all the children of Your world,
all of the moments,
all the patterns that I name,
their dance and music

Show me the way
where service is the path of joy
and joy the path of service  –
however slow or fast I go,
let me move with love.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2023

Bears

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I had a dream about
you playing with bears in the surf,
showing me a video afterwards,
the push of your hand
against the long wet fur,
a large black rock,
waves gliding in

It was affectionate
and so appropriate,
a thing to share,
a thing to be proud of you for,
salty and wet and unafraid,
riding your love like a wave.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2022

Sheen

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In my image of you,
your toes and wing tips
are dipped in gold –
you have a sheen about you

And you are held
in high regard
by all the threads
that weave you into place,
that hold your context
and your community

In my image of you,
you are blessed – it is a buoyancy
that lifts you clear above
any kind of judgment  –
your very definition
is safe.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2022

Cuddle

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Today I remembered cuddling you
inside my fleece pullover
to get you warm –
it took a long time,
and it was sweet

But now I wish I’d known a sweeter cuddle –
the one that has no armor
to shield you from the world outside,
because there is no outside
to the Love that heals you,
that stays within and all around you always,
that knows you through and through
and is delighted,
that knows this love is yours
and always able
to warm whoever comes within your sphere.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 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

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

Power, and love, and a sound mind

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As I begin to recognize my spirit,
see how it grows and moves,
distinguish it
from other things it seems to grow among

As I begin to see
Spirit as the only source
of who I am, begin to exercise it
as a sound mind

It’s easier to see
how fully fraudulent is fear,
how broad the claims it makes on me,
all illegitimate

I claim my power
and I claim my love,
and they, in turn, provide protection,
I claim my mind as guided from above
and touch, in awe, a shimmering perfection.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2022

Morning preparation

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Let my love be purified . . .
Nothing is lost, nothing is rejected . . .
It’s not that I outgrow a former self  –
all my awareness, now as ever,
centers on the light

Truth is my citadel – within it,
there’s no parade of lies,
no reign of influencers, no
hot button misdirection

I can feel its solid power
established in my mind,
spreading its sweet peace
throughout my sphere,
and in its vision,
I see things turning –
small openings of light
where things come clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2022

Aspects of love

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Attraction to vastness,
a wide open yearning,
adventure to span
a lifetime or more

Attention to tinyness –
however close you look,
something of wonder
is opening up

Something you know
in your toes, in your soul,
something so integral, intimate,
all that you are is exactly enough to give,
all that you give
brings you home.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2022

Lakes of kindness

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I can remember lakes of kindness
and jumping into them,
and the light that powers smiles
soaking in, and filling up, flooding me
with an abiding wellbeing

Some I could return to often,
some were more like puddles
but were enough to light me up

There were dry patches, too.
I could go for long times in between ablutions,
sustaining as they were,
and because I still could access them in memory

But the richest thing is when
I can create a lake for others –
when I do that, I never lack.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 5, 2022