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Confluence

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Freedom and oneness:
the only way to really
have both of them
is if you have an absolute
confluence of desires,
if in the song of what you want,
all the chords blend in their perfection,
producing new, delicious, haunting tones,
if all the rhythms
set each other off
in joyful syncopation
and all the melodies
chase each other down in bliss,
leaping and rolling,
surging and soaring

And this is how it is
for all of us
in the secret chamber
of what we want.
This, in its various ways
sparks all our quests
and so we can conclude
that it is here.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 7, 2017

photo by Edward Mulhern

Children of the One

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There is no secret
that can be hidden
from honest hearts,
for they are bound together
in the pulse of everything

The rhythm teaches them,
the beat sustains them,
the sequence of the wave,
in how it moves and flows
to each one in its perfect time
assures there is no lost knowing,
for they are all connected

There is no shadow government
that can control the working
of inner truth —
It feeds us from within
with what we are, with
what can never be subjugated,
because there is no place to stand
outside the All.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2017

Coming Home

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tree-to-tree

With great relief, we set aside
the screen of judgment,
and with great awe
in that ungridded space,
we find the light emerging
from within us,
from within each other,
we find the bonding chords
to sing our unity

And we pass under,
the signal coming with us, tree to tree,
presenting presence, here and here and here
along the trail,
the bright reminder of this arc of circles,
connecting network spreading out
as far as we can think

This, now, is home,
the one we’ve always longed for,
this is what we own,
this is our sense of peace.
This is our home
we share with all that lives,
boundless embrace
which we never leave.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 17, 2016

Ponder

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shore-at-magnuson

We are blessed here
with music and splashes and laughter
and the murmur of little waves
and the splendor of intermittent sun,
fresh breeze, white clouds

A good place to ponder
the infinite riches
of having nothing,
as earlier today,
in gratitude and tears,
I set down the little pile
I had scraped together to call my gift
and recognized
I have nothing to offer
but the everything we all share

Nothing to separate me
from the light each one of us is,
the light we all are.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2016

Alone, and Not

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duck in sun

In your grief and sorrow
you will be alone,
the touch of others
felt through a caul

When you meet your maker
you will be alone —
the magnitude of that encounter
eclipsing other presence

How you choose your death
is not a thing you’d tell anyone,
even if you knew to do so.
In that narrow passage
you will be alone

In the breaking to awakening
you are not alone,
tumbles of bright choruses
fill you from within
and the reverberation of you
sings its essential harmony
in the reunion of everyone

On the other side
we are not alone anymore.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 11, 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

No Contest

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Green Lake Sycomore

There will be no more contests.
I, at least, will not compete
for those dubious awards —
most envied,
most evolved,
most tragically thwarted
(or more exalted ones
I deemed outside my range)
I won’t pursue them for myself
or for my children,
won’t play for them in back rooms
of my mind

I have had enough now.
It’s time to take myself and,
as I can, lay aside those filters
and those trappings.
It’s time to meet each being
with the attention that he or she or it deserves,
having been put here, after all,
in this place, in this moment,
so we could uplift each other,
so we could be in awe
of how amazingly
Life provides our joy.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 26, 2016

Partnership

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Edward on grass roadEach step we take is tiny.
There is, it seems, extreme effort
to any thing we can say in a sentence
that we did —
It’s astonishing
we don’t accomplish more

Yet we find a sense of owning, of tending,
that grows as if without our efforts —
I feel the land responding,
settling in to trusting us,
moving, generous, to aid
the things we’ve planned

Grand things will happen,
but it’s good to know
we are already here.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 16, 2016

These, Too

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Holly's quince

Not only me,
not only me and you,
not only me and you and all the world
are held in tender love

Not only us,
but all the space between us,
all the ways we touch each other,
all the ways we come together,
all the bright intensities we feel
in contact with each other —
these, too, are held in love

These, too, are citizens
of the Oneness, these, too,
are given what they need
to prosper and to thrive.
They don’t depend on us
to live or fail —
we all can ride
in the security
of our perfect place.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 21, 2016

Yearning

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helebore

See how we are all yearning,
how we reach, and cycle back,
see how we pursue what we believe
will give us what we need —
we reach, we grasp, we cycle back

Whatever stories we may try to use
as traction, to show some progress,
relative at least,
against the wave of others who are striving,
just keep us in the loop of not receiving

Look! We are all yearning,
and what we want is really all the same,
and no one’s course is any more approved
than any other.

Let us join hands,
for in this gesture we may find
(hands clasped, hearts unshielded,
current flowing)
if we can’t give each other
what each other needs,
we’ll still begin approaching what we long for,
we’ll still create the openness
that lets us each receive.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 16, 2016