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Soul Dance

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trees

It was something about trees —
the commitment, the certainty of their limbs
and the wholehearted way
they offer themselves
to the wind

It was something about laughter . . .
Trees can laugh
in the full-throated voice of storms
and in the head-tossing
clearing of the sky

There is a dance
of everything that’s free —
They dance as one
because they can,
because they all agree
that this time
is worth their presence
and this joining
serves their essence,
and they can be
deeply grounded
and also fly.
They’re here for something —
This dance is why.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 26, 2014

A Whale’s Prayer

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ocean

Bear me in your substance,
Fill me with your ocean,
Let your steady undulation
hold me, be my motion
Let our song ring long and far
throughout your depths,
Carving arcs on which we ride
in active rest
Safe within the tide
that pulls the pliant seas,
Keep this, our place of peace,
Be our deep ease.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 24, 2014

At the core

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Oh, we are all the same,
heart of lettuce, core of onion, carrot top —
We have our generative essence,
we will grow
from this central point,
put out our leaves
and reach into the soil
for what we need

But we’re not made to thrive alone —
Our growth, beyond our spark,
requires some need our presence meets,
some gift which, when we give it,
cantilevers strength for us and them

This web we share —
How it breathes,
the giving and receiving
in ecstatic rise and fall,
how intricate its network,
how tenderly it holds us all!

©Wendy Mulhern
January 29, 2014

Momentous

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At this moment
I feel my weight is
infinite,
in that nothing can move me
from my here.

When I move,
I engage the spin of the earth,
the swirling up of trade winds,
the gravitation of seas

In this point of balance,
responsive to the landing of a wren,
the look of recognition,
I am always moving
but always here

And this is true for all of us
who spin and swing across the sky
in interlocking orbits,
enacting the momentous dance of spheres.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 23, 2013


Fall

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Let me take a little time
to be dry,
dry as my mouth against this headwind,
dry as the crunchy leaves on the trail.
Let me take a turn
at the inward curl
that is done emoting
and waits to receive,
not needing to do so in any length of time,
not being watched for a reaction,
just breathing,
just feeling.
Grant me the abandon
to let myself fall.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 28, 2013


Harvest Time

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No worries that my blooms have slowed —
It is a time when juices flow toward seeds,
cushion them with sweetness,
bestow the gifts they need
to carry them on to the next grand rising —

A push of final energies,
a giving out of everything —
no stinting for the life that will remain.

After this part is over
and the new life moves on,
there will still be enough —
the nourishment will gather
in my roots and core,
and my stillness send its signal out
along the vast connections underground,
preparing me for more.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 24, 2013


Lifting

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And on the fifth day
the fog lifted —
not just the fleeting thinning
where a pale disk of sun
almost comes out,
but the revealing
of a deeply generous sky
and free reign of a splendid sun
that shone through brilliant autumn leaves
raising them from bright to luminescent.

(They had already been warm enough,
against the grey skies, to lift my spirits —
today they affirmed what also showed
in my internal landscape —
the lush detail, the depth of perfection
with which each leaf, each cell,
each object in the universe
is defined.)

©Wendy Mulhern
October 23, 2013


Grey

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In the mystic grey on grey,
the tiny waves, nearly mute,
lip the shore.
At one certain angle,
they glint transparent,
showing all the stones
beneath the water

We speak with clarity
found in the closeness
that cuts through fog
and shows our insides,
as limpid as the waves
revealing stones

We walk into the future,
not predicting anything,
step on step through grey sand
along the grey shore
while grey and white stones
settle softly
under the quiet waves.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 19, 2013


Sun showers

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Sun and rain share easy space
in autumn sky —
light-drenched drops plunge and bounce,
sparkles dance with shadows
on wet pavement
and the day’s mood swings swiftly
from stern to gracious,
from glad to somber.
Places of convergence
delight in their strange mix
and how they wake us up.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 8, 2013