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Held

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paramount reflection

Let me remember
what holds me,
close as my skin,
close as my breath —
what bears me up,
what launches me
on every leap, each earth-blessed step

Let me lean in
and feel its strength sustaining me,
Let me feel its soft, abiding rest —
I cannot fall from here,
I can’t be helpless —
It guides me through my pathways unsuppressed

Let me not be fooled
by the illusion
that I walk unsupported
through indifferent air,
Let me be free from memories of pain,
let me be free from fear

That law that holds me now
has always been here,
close as my thought,
close as my name,
And it will always be
the arms embracing me,
Its comfort sure, its soulfulness the same.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 23, 2015

Seeing the Salvation

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under oak

Stand still, for you won’t need
to fight in this battle. Not this one.
For your perception
will be lifted up. And none of the triggers
will even register

You will see that your work is
to stand clear in the Allness —
the comprehensive Love that buffers
each collision course with kindness,
makes each intersection blessed,
each impact blessing

You won’t need to fight in this battle.
Stand still, and let your view expand
until you see the circle’s sweet return,
until you hold the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2015

Light On The Page

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Somewhere in between the printed words
I find myself in the velvet place
where secrets are imparted
as quietly as dew lifting

And the awareness
spreads like color
across sun-brightened fields
and joy —
like the spring trilling
of many tiny birds

So these are the promises
and this is how they are fulfilled —
in the soft silence
of becoming new.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2015

Stability

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stability

 

Spirit, save me
from the side-wards slide,
the sense of dissonance,
the double vision —
Give me a sense of me
in which I can abide,
some clear stability,
purpose and mission

I can’t bear to be beholden
to whims of chemicals,
to be side-swiped
by chained reactions
trundling through me
like freight trains
bearing cargoes of speculation

I can’t bear to see
my sweet confidence
shriveled like unwatered seedlings,
laid out along the soil,
fast disappearing

Spirit, I need your breath
to steady me, remind me
of your presence
and the anchored truth
that holds me ever more —
the centered touch
that frees my life to soar.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 9, 2014

A Whale’s Prayer

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Bear me in your substance,
Fill me with your ocean,
Let your steady undulation
hold me, be my motion
Let our song ring long and far
throughout your depths,
Carving arcs on which we ride
in active rest
Safe within the tide
that pulls the pliant seas,
Keep this, our place of peace,
Be our deep ease.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 24, 2014

Arguing the Case

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I need not plead for you
in the court of nightmares,
masking with bravado
a trembling sense
of being at the mercy of its sentences,
implacable, arbitrary, cruel.

I’ll take your case
to the light of day
where all those looming shadows
are revealed as two-dimensional —
lying flat along the ground
and bending with the walls,
insubstantial, fleeting as the hours —

For you were never subject
to the tales of failure,
never marred by the projections
of a bad light.
You have always stood empowered
in the grandeur of the genius
that ever brings you forth
intact, upright.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 5, 2013


Shema

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I can’t keep going through days like this,
full of the steady progress of planned projects
and the routines of pleasant obligations,
flitting through them like high clouds
marbling the sky and drifting off.

Our fathers were instructed to make a portal
(“they shall be as frontlets between thine eyes”)
— a frame to go through every morning
and every time they looked out on the world
reminding them to leave behind
any images that they’d accumulated,
anything that let them move through life on automatic
such that they might forget
to engage with that ever unfolding 
wild adventure of being.

They had a portal to remind them,
Stand in awe of the Oneness.
Our mothers knew:
“My soul doth magnify the Truth.”
This is what I am here for.
Let me remember.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 15, 2013


Generativity

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The daily bread we’re given
is always enough
to feed five thousand —
We are provided
not for just survival
but for all the generosity
we can fathom,
all the love
we are willing to extend,
all the abundance
we can comprehend.

It’s not enough
to think we have a small pittance
that covers us and no one else,
that we must hoard, hide, and defend.
We are designed
to be an open flow.

“Love your neighbor as yourself”
can also mean
Love your neighbor as who you are —
Love your neighbor as love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 3, 2013


Take Heart

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Walk in peace,
for none of this
has ever touched you.
No circling, tossing tides
can surge into your calm.
You are held 
in the Mind
that thinks up everything —
It thinks up you
as clearly and as firmly
as it thinks the stars.
It thinks you through and through —
It fashions everything you are —
no gaps nor fuzziness, 
confusion nor regrets.

Walk in peace,
for Mind is holding you
in cherished ease,
fully enfolding you.
There is no moment
where it blinks out
and so your being
is ever clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 1, 2013


The One Who Loves Me

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The one who loves me,
and who always has,
is the one who rivers me,
who flows my substance through me,
flows me through its being —
all my life, my love —
that ever eager pulse
that shows me forth in glimmers
and in full shine
as always so much deeper
than the shifting stories
I and others have called “me.”

The One who loves me
and who always has
brings up my love, full on, to meet it,
teaches me everything I know
of how to love.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 30, 2013