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Gratitude for Activists

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Those who fight for freedom
to be themselves beyond the norms of gender
fight for us all,
for we are all constricted by the norms

Those who fight oppression against women
fight for us all,
for every slighting of the worth of any person
slights us all

Living in privilege
makes people stupid,
because, in that mythos,
it’s to our advantage
to simply not notice
that we are complicit
in others’ suppression

There is no us and them
and every one of us
who lifts a voice in courage,
to be heard and seen and known,
makes room for more of us
under the sky,
to find our voices
and to claim our own,
to lift our many-colored heads
and grow more free.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 18, 2014

Breath

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In the end
the things we’re asked to know
are the same things stones know
as they absorb their daily thermal load
and then release it slowly to the night,
a breathing that befits their time —
long and steady and calm

And what we’re asked to know
is what trees know
as they embrace the standing wave of energy,
toroidal cycling
of air and light and water,
breath of the forest, sweet and pure

We’re asked to know
the things our breathing teaches
in the constant ebb and flow
and in the depth it reaches
and the way we’re woven
into one complete design,
breath of our days,
earthbound, divine.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2014

Nexus

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At any moment,
you can be
the spark point of divinity,
the nexus of reflection,
the place where the God light
touches down
between you and another.

You can be willing,
which makes you
a tuner, an amplifier
for the ever present music
that stirs your inner infinity
and brings it up —
an offering
that unites you both in blessing
and carries your sudden comprehension
down the bright living stream of life.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 6, 2014

Leveling

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Ah — I must try this more often —
leading with the parts of me
that have no words —
the bubble of my inner level,
the shared weight of contact,
the gravity of presence.

So blind it is of me
to lead with words and concepts
when what is needed is the simple clasp,
the resonance, the holding.

Let me surrender
to the constant liquid flow
that makes us equal
at each moment of connection.
Let me relinquish
everything I think I know,
everything I think I am
for the wordless oneness
in the timeless balance
of life’s unending dance.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 14, 2013

Tidal

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In the sea’s splendid surge —
foam swirling, gathering,
showing the grand dance of waves —
There is no resistance —
nothing that fails to move
in that symphonic harmony,
no molecule that bucks against the thunderous tide.

No more can we 
rebel against the law that moves us —
not as something separate from us
but in a oneness
like waves and water —
so we are held.
So we swirl, so we dance,
so we flow.
There’s no resistance
and there is no failing
in the surge of Life’s unending tide.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2013


Mycelium (and ours)

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In every interaction
I am healed:
In every interaction
I am made whole,
For this is part of me,
This gorgeous web
that reaches out to know,
to know by loving
and to love by knowing,
to heal by seeing
and to be healed
by the gift of having seen.

So we move
expanding underground to fill the gaps,
so we embrace each other
in our understanding,
So we include
everything that lives
within our circle
So we grow,
eternally enfolded
in one Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 10, 2013


Permacuddle

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I’m ready
to take down all the bars
I want a permaculture
of cuddle
I want to hug
all the people on the city street
I want to catch each eye
And feel the bright exchange of recognition —
Smooth rippling surge connecting us
before we touch —
I want the hug to come as echo —
Warm confirming of the surge’s message —
And for each release to send
encouragement and strength
for anywhere they might be headed next

It would take a long time
to walk fifth avenue
But think how rich we all would be!
I would smell of cigarettes and perfume,
Coffee and garlic
And I wouldn’t mind.
I don’t want anyone, anymore, to not know how,
To not feel free to cuddle all the time.
It would be a permaculture
for our hearts
And we would spread our potent roots
all through the land.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2013


Finding a way

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Let’s find the ways
that we can fit together.
Let’s find how we are family
And how a little shifting of presuppositions
Will let our odd-shaped pieces
find a way to mesh.

It’s easy enough
to be all elbows
and bony knees,
But we have soft curves, too,
where we can empathize and understand
And this,
This warm, accommodating mass,
Is what we really, really want
More than being on top,
More than being right.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2013


Things come together

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Things come together
Sometimes it only takes
a few extra hands
to wrestle the springy withes
into place, to get them to
the latching interlocking
where suddenly the boughs
support each other and become
a basket, or a shelter

Sometimes it takes
holding a gaze long enough
that there can be no doubt:
This smile is meant for you
This welcome
recognizes you
Yes, you
with joy
for what you are

Things come together
Efforts of days
Sproutings of far-flung hopes
unfurling daily:
The fruits of your sweet intentions
nourish your soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2013


Solitude

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I can be like solitude
if that is what you need
I can walk beside you
And our breath can sink
as deep as it needs to 
into the roots of being
And there can be time
for the whole silence to rise up
as far as it needs to
to meet the embrace of the day
And for each wind-touched frond
to offer
and accept
the invitation to dance.

There is enough space
for me in you,
and for you in me,
that we can walk
in this shared solitude
however far the journey leads our feet.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2013