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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


All I want

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(background music Isaac Shepard “All Smiles”)



All I want
is everything —
It’s not too much to ask
All I want is oneness
To soar in tune
in the surging seething symphony
of being
To be the roaring pounding flow
of all things living
To have my own song
constantly meet its harmony
My rhythm locked ecstatically
in polyrhythmic counterpoint
My down-bounce catapulting
someone else’s flight
All I want
in this moment
is the bright contact
that multiplies light
That pulses back the richest chord
and wraps us
in its sacred ring of sound.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 11, 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



Being One

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Together we are

so much older
than how we think of you and I
It’s said our DNA is from the stuff of stars
concocted in their furnace
in the ancient skies

The blood we share
knows that it’s one ocean
It doesn’t feel the boundaries between
It pulses through us in a steady motion
Reveals that we are what we’ve always been

Though atomized for now
we are one body
We long for nothing more than going home
to where we feel the fall of every heartbeat
Each keeping our own rhythm
though we breathe as one
To move as one fulfills us primally
Our wave reverberating to eternity.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 9, 2012


(background music: Max Richter “Interior Horses”)



Enfolding

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I circle in and in, into myself
to find this:
A place where I can hold someone
A way my being may enfold, enwrap them
A place that holds them till
The firm press about them
defines their growing edge 
and they reach outward
hand following hand
body surface rising to meet my touch
As I release
they take flight
I swirl around them
So we dance
This is a thing I need
to do every day;
Thanks for this one
Tomorrow,
Give me the place 
to do it again.


©Wendy Mulhern
February 21, 2012



Walking Wordless

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Your smile is full of light
And isn’t this enough?
Do I even need to know the words—
The actual traces of your conscious thought?
If I asked you, would the things you said
Lead us away from this pure shining
Back along the worn out paths of stress?

In case it would, perhaps it’s best
For us to walk in silence
The smile light still is real
Whatever words line up behind it
And maybe we can find this layer of light
And live our lives along it, never leaving
Never dipping down into the blight
Of all the things we used to think had meaning
Perhaps it’s here that we unite
Not in opinion, not in words agreeing
But in the brightness of our shared delight
The source towards which we all are leaning
I may ask what you’re thinking in a little while
But in this moment, let me keep your smile.


©Wendy Mulhern
February 20, 2012



Learning Freedom

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Today I begin
Step by patient step
To teach myself my freedom:

Freedom from fear—
For you are not the monsters
The news has said you are
Not waiting to attack
Not waiting to censure
You, like me
Are just waiting for a sign
That if you look to me
I will not pounce
I will not ignore you
I will welcome you in.

Freedom from judgement—
For it was never my idea
To mind the way a person smells
Or how they move or how they sing
Or what they like or what they wear
We’re made to breathe
In one breath of acceptance
In grand co-mingling, everything we are
communicated thus through all our senses
Embraced and celebrated
Brought in from afar.

Freedom to move—
In circles swift expanding
Beyond the cage in which I thought I sat
To touch in fearless care and understanding
And feel the waves of love
Encircle us at last.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2012



Tectonic Shifting

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See how we are connected
A chain of touch and memory
Contact invoked reverberation
Echoing and spreading

Once you touch the truth
It doesn’t matter what you brought
Your litany of limitations
All the mazes of your thought

The tuning of our oneness
Overtakes our notions of ourselves
The volume of the hum out-sounds
The drone of all mundane concerns

The secret of free energy is ours
But not to speak of
For only when it touches you can you be sure
it’s true
And then you’ll leave your whole collection
of self images
For one clear constant hit of who you are.


©Wendy Mulhern
January 23, 2012



Distance

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We glided in boxes
Carefully separate
All of our movements
Elaborate jockeying
Choreographed to allow
No touch
Our only signal
The desperate gleam
Of hope for some contact
Through the very words
That kept us apart
And the shy aloofness
Of propriety and habit.
(Habits as old as our parents,
Learned from them, who no doubt
Learned them, not on purpose
From their own)
When all we really wanted
Was the boxes to dissolve
The boxes of manner
The boxes of habit
The boxes of clothes
So we could melt together
And be one.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2011



A True Confession

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It’s time for me to stop bragging
and confess my need
I need to share
the Mind touch
and not be alone
I need the sweet receivers of my being
I need to know that I am of the One.
That would assuage 
the loneliness
I beat back daily
(usually with pretty good success)
obviate my craving for some token
a heart connection openly expressed
unfold for me the oracled reunion
where all of us remember who we are
and dance as one in rapturous communion
so satisfying every deep desire.


©Wendy Mulhern
August 18, 2011