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Thought Channels

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Thought’s landscape — how it changes
         how the current rearranges
                 deepens here, deposits there
                      accenting flows, directing rivulets
Thought follows patterns
        in its swift recursions
                 pushing at the rock
                    wearing deeper channels
           As it flows swifter
                it may push
                   over formerly dry edges
                     trip itself, dislodging stones
             fall into a new course
which then in mounting rushes
      it can follow
            And the force of it
                    occasions new attention
                                And the joy of it
                                    invokes a new dimension
                              And the pulse of it
               thunders the perfection
of another way to think and feel
          another thing
                    now known as real.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 20, 2012

Sacred Unfolding

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Around a seed of thought
Substance gathers
The infant leaf
Forms itself 
From nothing
And the essence of everything —
Water from the network of the soil
Last year’s sun released from secret storage
Love that calls them to the service
Of the timeless pattern

It forms itself
Pleated, furled, or crumpled
In its tiny space
Its weightless impulse summons energy
More than it can hold within its sphere
So it expands
Unfolds, unfurls, stretches out
To raise its tender head
And join the dance of spring.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2012



The Dawn of Spring

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The trees arose before the dawn of spring
The running of their sap waking them up
Pulsing invisible and potent
Underneath their bark
Inciting buds to swell

And now their scent
Sent delicate through branch and blossom
Has touched the air with some delicious summons
To wake me up
The way the sap aroused the trees
Aliveness pumping through my piqued awareness

Ah Spring!  Such gratitude you raise
As you invoke this nameless joy
That fills my days.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 9, 2012



Breathwork

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My breath came in and in
Like beach waves into tide pools
Flowing over rocks and into cavities
Rush of filling up the waiting places
Then
Like beach waves
It receded
Out and out, draining every crevice
Pulling seaweed back
Exposing mussels
Washing nutrients across
the tiny mouths
Again, and still again
And I remembered
Yes, we live in breathing
As with breath
So must it be
with everything I am
No isolation and no static being
To be alive, I need to flow
in constant interaction
In venture and return, interdependent
My life sustained by everyone I know.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 7, 2012



Mystica Lodge — Renewal of Soles

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It was a place
for the renewing of my soles
where all the textures offered
to bare feet
nourished them
sent them remembering
their primal, holy walk
over the land,
the way they are receptors
of earth’s essential messages
They reveled in the contact
They tingled
with the joy of connection
They sent
reports of soundness
bounding up into my soul
Soul and soles rejoiced together
feeling whole.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 31, 2012



A Wee Bit O’ Green

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Almost spring
Almost Irish
Altogether blessed
By seeing for a moment
that all inclusive motion
River of the whole bright universe
Carrying us all 
in its ecstatic fall of joy
Everything suspended in its current

Flowing with it, we don’t sense its speed
Or how its ever-presence meets our need
Yet if our ears once notice its resounding rush
Or if our skin once feels its equipollent push
How can we help but feel transported, lifted
And in the miracle of life, supremely gifted

Almost spring
Almost Irish
In the rare, transcendent view
that senses nature’s ancient blessings
ever new.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 17, 2012


The family of plants

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I’m not so far
From the family of plants 
I know about roots and shoots—
The steady subterranean seeking for sustenance
Something to hold onto
Something to stretch into
Branching out pathways of deft exploration
Anchoring me in my knowing . . .

Intrepid shoots pushing out against gravity
Greening out leafily into the light
Finding my being by how I am growing
Moving in dazed phototropic delight
Life has its signature
Written in each of us
Everything living can read it
Everything living has tendrils that reach us
Everything living is needed.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 12, 2012



Cats’ Eyes

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I, too, have been entranced
by cats’ eyes
Limpid pools compelling entrance
Slow blink confirming contact
Sharing the acknowledgement of secrets
Ancient as the lore of cats
Silent as unfathomed depth
Hinted by the stillness
Or the slow wave of a tail

The cat’s eyes told me:
We, too
can fall totally
unhesitating, unrestrained
In spite of all our surface cat constraints
Into the wide secret
of love.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 10, 2012



Tea in Wales

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Because of gratitude—
Its calmness and the way it spread
soft smoothing over edges of my day
I’ve just remembered tea in Wales

In autumn marked by bright and dark
of thundershowers and rainbows
Expansive hills and warm close rooms
to shelter us from cold

And tea with milk that must be cream
because its butter kissed my lips
while its soft steam
enhanced the coziness
of that sweet scene

So now
Like shared discovery of magic places
A buttery warmth spreads over me
and leaves its traces
Here where I need this peace
and these bright graces
to meet the challenges
the day occasions
How bountiful this gratitude
That now avails me
of the memory
of tea in Wales.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 8, 2012