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One Truth

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Why should it seem strange
that for all our differences,
what we all want 
is the same?

Yet I find myself astonished
at how one truth
dissolves so many schemes,
Renders irrelevant the diets, the regimes,
the resolutions and the dogged efforts,
the striving to be marginally better,
the accusations, tit for tat, of sin,
the arguments on which approach will win —

Listen:
You are beloved,
You are accepted,
You are needed,
You belong here,
And your many gifts are priceless.
You deserve to live,
And you deserve
all you need so you can fully thrive,
And what your heart tells you is right
really is.

The moment we are each convinced of this
We leave all hurt and pain and grief
for bliss.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 9, 2013


Bone of my bones

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The only thing
that can flow inside me
is love.
The only thing that quickens me
Oxygenates the deepest reaches
of my system
Wakes me up
and lets me move
is love.
The only substance of my bones,
their solid comfort, steady, strong support,
their unassuming service, their
good-natured density,
is love.

And love ignites the gratitude
that courses through me, leaps
along my limbs,
Curls into my inner places 
with their secret glow,
Lights me like a lantern, pours
illumination out
through my eyes, my skin, my tongue.
And love will ever lead me to my own,
The place that I may bless,
My heart, my home.
And love will guide my words, my steps, my days
In every breath of mine evincing praise.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 3, 2013


The Shift

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Maybe
the last thing we can know
is that home
is always right here with us —
Always has been
Always will be —
But we can’t know anything
before we’re willing to receive it.

What is this shift?
— Delivery of all promises —
To our journey, some sense of purpose,
Some clarity about our destination,
Some hope that we will find
the resources to lift us
higher than this hypnotizing mire
Higher than the prizes
of cheap objects made in China
Beyond the sense of being best
or being right, or simply being tired . . . 

Till we arrive
And maybe
the last truth we can receive
is that we never left.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 2, 2013


Seeking

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We are attracted
to the ancient woods
and to the ancient books
and to the words
that taste like stardust
timeless and mysterious

We are looking
for deep roots
and runes of truth
and something to remind us
of the way home

So long lost
in the ephemera of thinking
we are made of whim
of dust —
pawns in a creation not our own —
We seek the gravitation
that weights our essence
focuses our thrust

We keep on turning to it
Try to be still enough
to feel its pull upon us
to feel it guiding us
We keep on asking for it
We give it all our trust
We will surrender to it
because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 26, 2012


End of Christmas

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Day is done
What mark remains?
How was it distinguished —
What has changed?
Yes, we were happy
Relaxed in sweet togetherness of family
But have we yet gone deep enough
into the holy dawn?
Can any day contain the essence
of what must come?
Perhaps I’m called, each day
to lift the latch and enter
Abandon surface chatter
for the sacred center.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 25, 2012


The New Day

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Light glides instant
on the water
Faster than the waves
that catch its shine
flowing in their elemental course
along their necessary line

So impulse shoots across us
The call to go, to fill a need
We follow, undeterred by what might block us
Water-like, we find our way

This is the new day
Where we, no longer mechanized
No longer herded by our shame
No longer bound
Can rise to claim our right to bless
all that we love
with all we are

In the smooth liquid of this moment
We move
Led by light
Fed by what it gives.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 22, 2012


Arcturus and his sons

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There’s no gap
Between what I want
and what I’m given
Between what I need
and present heaven

There’s no desire
that would conspire
to turn me from my truth
For truth and my desire are ever one

There’s no part of me
that’s separate from who I am
No part that needs to be expunged or changed
The Principle in which I am designed
remains the same
Holding my life, like all the stars
exquisitely arranged.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 19, 2012


Jacob’s Ladder

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(Notes from the fifth seasonal five women gathering)

We fold and unfold and refold
Constant surprises of new faces
appearing and then hidden
reemerging later somewhere else
We see each other
We see ourselves
Faces that we recognize from now, 
and, too, from other times
We mirror, and are mirrored
And in the grand revealing of our paths —
our being, spread across a stretch of time —
Great gardens spring to life, to light
their fragrant blossoms sweetening the air

We are a circle
A circle of love and caring
A circle of women
Holding the safe net
we all jump into
Feeling the tug at the sides
as we hold each other up
Feeling our cords strengthen
in the stretch of the give and take
Feeling the ties of our intersections
hugging us close

We are angels
Ascending and descending
Bringing ourselves messages
and the dear assurance
that this land, this place
has been prepared for us
and we will inhabit it
and bring forth our fruits.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 24, 2012


Cradling Prayer

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Arms of Love
I see
how your hold on me
and on this house
so gently cradles us
and so allows
the meek and sweet emergence
of every heart’s desire
and each extending outward
of what we glimpse we are
Which, with the simple screen of your attention
You nourish and augment
While all our grinding efforts
and the fears and thoughts that block us
simply fall away into the void

And in your arms
we glow, we shine
Safe in this hallowed place
we snuggle in
and then reach out
resplendent in your grace.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 16, 2012


Seeing each other

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We come here in our chosen roles
Whatever we’ve decided to present —
The selves that we’ve assembled to display,
The stories propping up our self-esteem,
Our plans of how we’ll move and what we’ll say

We come here hoping
what we’ve made ourselves to be
will be enough
And that some transformation
will reach us through our tedium of stuff
We seek a blessing
while doubting it is something we deserve
We keep on guessing
what course will make us feel alive, secure

But Ah —
Despite ourselves
(and everything we hoped to hide,
so clearly seen by everyone who’s hiding)
Our precious souls shine through
And these
These souls, so holy
So wholly free from all regimes
that we or others have devised —
Since they are here
There’s nothing else remaining.
Like dust, like ash, like smoke
those old self-constructs blow away
And so we see each other as we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 12, 2012