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Ecology

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Nothing is condemned,
Nothing thrown away —
There are so many branches
along life’s paths —
So many cycles
at every speed and scale
and everything is moving,
aligned in some great plan,
rolling out the endless course of life

No one is condemned,
No one cast aside,
for every life uniquely serves its purpose
and all shall be embraced,
for everyone belongs
and all of us
are needed where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 28, 2013


My Final Offer

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There is no part of my desire
that I’m willing to give up.
I insist on all the goodness
that I crave:

The part about the living land
and our deep kinship with it;
The part about our well-honed gifts
and all the richness shared in their fruition;
The part about our home
and all the others who live with us;
The part about the healing of the earth;

All these must be included
in the goodness we acquire,
No part may be excluded from the vision.
I won’t agree to any less
and so it must be given.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2013


House

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This is a house of prayer
a place to center
a place to be still
a place to wield the light-lines
of being,
to stand up for the justice
that rules in favor
of who you’ve always known you are.

This is a house of yes
Come here to be affirmed
Come here to enter
the entrancing
truth-impelled entrainment
with the ever-pulsing
symphony of Life.

This house,
This temple,
This body.
All I have,
All I need.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 20, 2013


Song of Being

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The clear song poured forth
because it had to,
making no attempt
to fill the proffered goals
of artistry and excellence,
oblivious of any frames of critics.
It overflowed all their lines;
they were amazed
and put forth praise
and tried to hold it up
as the new standard.

But it kept coursing forth,
forever free,
forever unimpressed
by what the pundits said.
Clear song of being —
creating its own perfection
in every melody,
in every chord.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 10, 2013


Not what we thought

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We are the beings who fly
with our minds,
the ones who see the underlying patterns,
expressions of the matrix
of all the rolling powers,
everything that moves
in the stately flow
afforded by eternity,
infinitely fast or slow,
ineffable

We are the beings who find the fulcra
where the patterns turn,
and with our understanding,
we can touch them
so they bloom
into ever more involved unfoldment
Not hemmed in by these,
the temporary forms we thought defined us,
not condemned to stumble blind
amid the powers that bind us

We are the beings who ride,
standing, reins in hand,
down the face of nature’s spirals
Let us remember
We are not helpless,
not what we thought.
When we hold strong
in humbleness and service,
We’re so much more.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 2, 2013


Earth Song

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Hush, hush,
Let yourself curl
in and in along the folding currents
of yourself,
in that weightless place
from whence you came,
in the inner infinite,
until you hear
a murmuring of waves

This is the song
the earth sings to herself,
in the depths of her continental shelves,
in the swinging of her tides
and the slow shifting at the molten edges
of her plates

Trees reprise it to their sleeping seeds,
in reaching roots, in weathered memories;
Winds take up its refrain 
as warm air slides up sensually 
along the sinking bank of cool;
Rills whisper it to rivulets
which join in choruses of creeks
which fall to streams
which roar in rivers —
ever-present hum of life
reminding us
where we come from
and where we gratefully, unerringly 
return.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 1, 2013


Undercurrent

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The swift water runs
under my breath
it is dark and deep
it is not silent
but its tone is so low
it went unnoticed
till I dipped my hand in
and felt its power.
Now it lends a small distortion
to my vision:
I may miss things
on the daylight plane
and notice after a while
that my thought is running
with its current
its murmurings
overwhelming my words.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 30, 2013


The Sea of Yes

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A sea of possibilities,
a vision coalescing,
disparate desires solidifying,
image of a harmony emerging,
which, if achieved, 
would hold the promise
of unfathomable bliss
that when you taste
will fill your heart with longing
till your mission is 
to make it come to pass

But all the while the subtle sea is shifting
and you can see it’s not in you
to engineer a change —
Just in that moment, you saw
how your thought was drifting
from the perfect vision to the things
you’d need to rearrange . . . 

A sea of possibilities:
Close your eyes and rest
and let your vision reemerge
in the sea of yes.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2013


Companioned Prayer

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Let me take you with me
on a prayer
Where we first plunge
into the wonder of our source —
The nature and the nurture of
the law that holds us
pouring forth the affluence of Life

Then in the insistent,
naturally occurring
alignment of our systems
with what always is,
we’ll feel the surging strengthening,
the calm and gentle ordering,
the unrestrained empowering
of everything we are —
Our hope, our worth, our destiny,
Our interwoven harmony,
The easy, brilliant artistry
written in the book of us
long before the birthing
of the stars.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 7, 2013


For Heather at finals time

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For you to be
exactly what you are
doesn’t take a miracle

That what you are
is astoundingly perfect
in each creation, every interaction
should be no surprise

That “perfect” be defined
by the eternal laws of Life,
of seamless symbiosis, joyful thriving,
pure delight,
Makes perfect sense,
for the great source
from which we all have come
Gives us our impulse, our guidance
and our home.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 28, 2013