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Alchemy

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Here is an alchemy:
Not lead to gold
But led by the golden
glow from within
that homes to its source-light
steady, unerring

Here is the alchemy
that we behold
as we leave the old focus
and step forward, bold:
This light-washed vision,
All dullness resolving
till everything shimmers
in life’s vibrant tones

This is the alchemy:
Not something changed
But something conceived anew—
Radical point of view
Suddenly lightyears from what we’ve been told
What we had thought was so
Now so illumined
everything that we see
is gold.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2012


Navigating

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In this fractal hall of mirrors
where everything you think
reflects itself on every level
everywhere you look
till thought resembles thing, resembles cause
You need to trust a different sense to guide you:
Close your eyes and pause
until you feel the inner weight and balance
always present, always true
that gives you poise, and finds your center,
sounds the thought-scape through
so you can find out where you really are

This is how you know what are the lies,
what are the laws:
In the grand dynamic that is you
Your deep harmonics clarify the view
And every scene that’s fractured must dissolve
Leaving you resplendent in your love.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 31, 2012


Opinions II

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Opinions are like snapshots
Frozen impressions
Maybe true in their moment
But static —
When you’re holding them
you’re not seeing
the moving truth of now

If you think that you’re comprised of your opinions,
Each time you meet someone you’ll  think
for you to get along, your opinions have to match
You’ll pull them out, negotiate
and maybe you’ll be sad
to find that no one there agrees with you

But if instead you know that you’re comprised
of the dynamic interaction
with what comes before your eyes,
with every opportunity to be amazed,
to understand and value things
in your inimitable way
to co-create the truth 
with others who are present
You will find
remarkable confluence 
of a satisfying oneness
and a lovely, bracing playground 
for your mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 4, 2012



The necessity of trust

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Here is the openness of trust:
that, all permissions granted,
in freedom to do anything we want,
the things we choose
will trend toward what will bless

That in the field where nothing is forbidden —
No kind of movement,
words, thoughts or emotions —
Our own divinity will guide us with precision
to grace of body, mind and interaction

Here is the necessity of trust:
Each gift we have needs freedom to unfold
to stretch out perfectly
and fill its purpose
Not from a regiment imposed on it
But because, internally
it must.

©Wendy Mulhern


June 30, 2012

Relativity

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Everything changes
No one’s sense of self is static
Each one grows
Things you were so sure
would be impossible for them
become their norm
And things you thought you’d never do
You learn 
(That’s why it makes no sense
to hold on to a past offense)

Nothing changes
The primal pattern reasserts itself forever
The track of every orbit orchestrated
The cords of union hold us fast together
However far we think we may have skated
(That’s why we recognize ourselves
in everybody else)

Never too far from home
Never too far
from where we can close our eyes
And let the scene reframe
In that bright centered place
From whence we always came
(The way of being that we always hoped to learn
And where, in soft precision, we return.)

©Wendy Mulhern
June 29, 2012


The Vision

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The way of being that I so desire
may not be all that far from where we are
—A state to reach, not waiting
but by steady practice:
the art of seeing underneath facade
to what the fact is,
seeing beyond persona to the realm of Soul
where we can know ourselves
and see each other whole

And when our countenance —
the way we feel inside —
gives up its clenched up fears
and opens wide
We’ll find ourselves
with no resentment, no complaint
No stultifying inhibition, no constraint
No more defined by blindnesses and failings
Or by the things we wish to leave behind
But by the moving edge where we are sailing
Along the wide expansion of the mind

It is a coming that cannot depend on death
but on the present power
of every breath.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2012

Venus Transit

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They say a day on Venus
takes two-thirds of an earth year
and that she marks a graceful pentagram relation
as she and Earth revolve around the sun
They say tomorrow she will make a transit —
the second of a pair —
Then not again
for a hundred twenty-two more years

They’re pointing to this time with hope
that forces now will come aligned
An ancient balance be restored
the dawning of the integrated mind
And on this sleepy day
it’s nice to think that everything
will right itself without my help
or any conscious effort
That I could snooze right through the fray
and wake up coming home to where
the sanity I’ve longed so long for reigns

Which flies against the stern command
that if there’s to be change
I have to stand
and work, and tirelessly pursue
the truth that brings this fullness into view
But I imagine 
if there is a pull, I will be pulled
and in the pulling be compelled
to consciously bring forth my transformation:
The Venus transit may perform an awesome show
but if it makes a difference I’ll never know.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2012


Salvation

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“And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes” 

As the devourer chomps
more and more bites
from our collective day
And there are ever fewer places
its great maw has not marred
And as we see the things we hoped for swallowed —
their pieces spit back on the putrid heap —
And feel the seemingly inexorable churning
of sacrificial goods conveyed to feed the beast
What can deliver us?

What can deliver us?
Not only from the looming shadow —
swift encroaching hopelessness, despair —
But also from the soporific tendency
to sink in hooded apathy
or hide in empty revelry
To close our eyes as if we didn’t care. . .

Truth can deliver us
The truth of each one’s heart’s desire
must reaffirm its presence
The law of motivations
must ascend in every life
Till all that is perverted falls
and only what is true remains.

“Then will I also confess unto thee 
that thine own right hand can save thee.”
— And each yearning heart
that answers its own call
will help to realign our lives
and save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 25, 2012



Love’s Quest (graphically speaking)

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Funny the asymptotic arc
of what we call love’s quest
In one quadrant
(the one that’s called the quest for love)
We find the emptiness that never is fulfilled
the need that cries and cries
and so attracts
only more emptiness
a howling fall
that moans and moans
up an endless shaft
and even when it tries to rise
it never meets its goal

In another quadrant
(the one that’s called the quest of love)
We find the fullness that can never be suppressed
extending gracefully and effortless
an energy that never is depressed
a presence that can never be alone
since everywhere it looks
it finds its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 24, 2012



Sounded Through

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A flute, after the song is done
Still holds the silver echo in its shaft
The soft sweet stirrings of vibrations
In all the places where it crooned and laughed

It’s said that flutes, with age,
grow richer —
the frequencies of former songs
all etched along their smooth interiors
which, with each touch,
arise more keenly, newly strong

Love is the same — it plays you like a flute:
Each song in which you let yourself be played
will make your singing richer, deep
The joy with which you then reverberate
will be a quality you’ll always keep
that sings you ever closer to your truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2012