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Still Point

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A place you might choose
to be by yourself,
a place of quiet, and of soaring
feasts for the eyes,
a place you might be still
until you feel
the source streams that connect you  –
how their energy
holds you up straight,
gives you the power to move

You shift into
deeper awareness of their constancy,
how you can move now
strongly and with certainty

No step alone
but fully in the flowing
of this dynamic life
which is your being,
and why you’re here.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 3, 2023

Equilibrium

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It’s not that we stop spinning,
curling in the currents,
spiraling along their lines
unseen, by us unknown

Nor that we gain the viewpoint
to see the movement from above,
predict, or orchestrate,
or even sing along

This peace, instead,
comes from the inner balance,
the focus of the moment
and the joy of presence,
so instead of being swept,
we ride the swirls,
and own the place we are
and what we give.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 23, 2023

Calm

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And for this gift of all inclusive calm,
I thank You.
I do not thank the hurricane,
the hailstorm, the tornado,
though You have shown
that they can do no harm

It hasn’t been their storming
that has brought me here,
but rather how Your presence
puts them to silence,
in this and every instance

My sense of calm grows stronger,
not because of them, but clearly
because of You. You whose calm rules,
in whose most focused love
I dwell.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 30, 2023

Reweaving

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I can be patient. I can reweave the web of
no way to be afraid
as often as I need to.
Reweaving does not connote failure  –
it is appropriate to do it every day,
to take the bright new thoughts
and prove what they can add –
how they become the surface that I walk on,
the new fearlessness each moment offers,
rewoven into  power for the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 22, 2023

Power, and love, and a sound mind

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As I begin to recognize my spirit,
see how it grows and moves,
distinguish it
from other things it seems to grow among

As I begin to see
Spirit as the only source
of who I am, begin to exercise it
as a sound mind

It’s easier to see
how fully fraudulent is fear,
how broad the claims it makes on me,
all illegitimate

I claim my power
and I claim my love,
and they, in turn, provide protection,
I claim my mind as guided from above
and touch, in awe, a shimmering perfection.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 8, 2022

City Interlude

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Truth is, I already miss the soil
and the sound of frogs
and walking on the land,
but as we walked the night suburban streets,
quiet, between the glowing houses,
the hwyl we’re learning still came through our feet,
still showed the way to walk in native power

We still walk in time
but maybe less so
as we are borne, as we become
the flowing stream,
the stories leave much less of an impression
while we’re living at the center of our being

Truth is, just like the river,
we’re flowing ever on towards home,
and everything we’re given
will find a way to come along.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 13, 2022

Alchemy

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Alchemy has become
a popular word,
and I, for one, have experienced
that perfect balancing
where suddenly
all that came from me was gold –
truth from my mouth,
light from my being

But I need a deeper practice,
for my goal is not the sense
of being lit up from within,
but the illumination
that renders all the rumors of the shadow
irrelevant, forgotten, as they are,
in the bold line and color
of the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3,  2021

Mastery

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Today I work to find the ways
where mastery is possible  –
not in some far off
attainment of a skill,
but in the present state of all the thoughts
whose reins I hold here in my hands

I guide them as I ride the moments down
through what I will accept
and what I must deny,
to let my thoughts serve only truth
and never roll in mindless waves
that transmit lies

We haven’t fathomed yet the magnitude
of what our mastery entails,
for it encompasses the whole
of what we call our world

We are not motes tossed in the wind
or flotsam in a flood –
we hold the wind, the rain, the fire,
we have the might
to make it good.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 19, 2021

In the place of dragons

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In the early perfection of the morning,
deep breathing while still half bound in sleep,
I felt the wakening hand
of what moves everything,
the easy all encompassing of harmony,
the power of waterfalls
and teeming life

And I felt that, if I had to face
the dragon’s breath again,
I would know what to say,
or not say, I would have the softening
that we brought back from the ocean  –
soothing of clouds and waves,
comfort of heads resting on shoulders  –
enough to dissipate what had threatened
to swallow us before.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 29, 2021