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Article of Faith

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Maybe faith can move mountains
But only Love can tell
where the mountain needs to go
Only Love can place
each sparrow on its twig
and every bright cascading stream
in its swift channel 
down the mountainside

Faith can grasp
the malleability
of all perception
Stand upon the precipice
of possibility
And can see that anything
can be made to happen
But only love can tap the wisdom
to determine 
what step to take
what hills to move
So let me cultivate my faith
but in the field of love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 16, 2012


Mind’s Eye View

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In my mind-picture of you
you were painted
with a bright palette —
yellows and oranges and greens —
exuberant color splashing
from your hands
which stretched out open,
the joy of your creating
crackling between your fingers
great spreads of overlapping hues
rising from you
filling up the canvas
and I knew
This is a true picture of you
Something you’ve always been
Something you will again
learn how to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 13, 2012


Overcoming

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This kind of thing
(they say)
happens every day
Just not to you —
A detour of life
that topples
all the urgent priorities —
The consequence of dropping them
is still unknown

New landscapes emerge
and the old goals
however dearly you desired to reach them
Must now be reassessed

But none of this is as it seems
and all the things you called your dreams
though now in shards
can never mar
the rising of your being
You’ll take these shambled obstacles
and burn a path
brighter for what you must blaze through
You’ll leave behind 
some of your plans
but you’ll deliver
You.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 11, 2012


Code

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As it is written
in the core of your being
Clear in the ancient code
there for the reading
All that you are
can truly inform you
why you are here in this life

All that you are
Sure as the solid groove —
that grounded comfort
in which you can know yourself
pure through and through
like the glow of a sunset
Sends its song into your days

No need to think 
that the things you’ve been called—
Novice, empty slate, barely evolved —
have any effect 
on the power that moves you
and offers your gift to the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 10, 2012


New Truth

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Here is the new truth:
Right now, you know
everything you need
to unfold 
in the exquisite presence
of your perfection

You know
as surely as a seed
the subtle gravitations
that form you
at this moment
into what will swell and curl
and brilliantly unfurl
to capture sugar from the sun

You don’t need to learn 
how to do it
Or do it badly for a while
and then get better
It’s not presumptuous
to know that you are perfect now
That your internal guide
unerringly directs you
in the shining grace of being

That every gift you give
has been designed
to bless essentially
And so it will
And all you’re called to be
you will fulfill.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 7, 2012


Gifts

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Sand scoots down the beach

like birds flocking
Catspaws race along the tidal pools
Waves froth white across the swath of ocean
Wind rules

In the quiet dunes
the wind is lighter
Soft sand settles on my face and chest
Moves in starts and stops
to shift within its ridges
Swiftly filling all our footprints in

Huge rocks may be ruins
of what was once a headland
Now they stand like personalities
Faces, figures, spires and arching structures
Sentinels watching at the edge of sea

The grandeur sets our thoughts
to deep reflection
of purposes established before time
The service we were called to
long before this life began
The call that makes us most alive

Sure as these rocks
and all the life they shelter
Sure as this wind, 
Sure as this tide
What calls us here has called us here forever
Our gifts abide.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 2, 2012


Currents

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Sometimes I think
these currents
that run through me
have their own direction
Move along the lines
of some higher physics
Great coursings of 
a cosmic gravity
I neither originated
nor comprehended
till their sweep
pulled me into some deep purpose
drawing me along its will

And if I find that will becomes my own
It’s no surprise —
Such fulfillment,
such subsuming satisfaction
is not a thing that I could manufacture
When it rises
how could I resist?
—Sacred initiation into all that is.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 14, 2012


Ancient Ways

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In my tribe 
the way it was
before the ancient ways were lost
to history, and to other tools
with which we’ve been subverted

In my tribe
each infant soul
was braided with such care
into the stream of all of us
that none was ever dropped or lost
and as it grew
each one learned its vital, pulsing rhythm
and its needed place
how to move strongly in the power of its knowing
how to contribute, how to own its name

So we were all 
united with the magic
and we strode along the elemental forces
and our hands knew how to bring
each fine idea to fruition
and our feet knew how to run the ancient courses

As they will again, as we remember
all the pathways of our common dreams
how to mirror forth our inner splendor
and braid ourselves together in the stream.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2012


Naming Power

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To call  a system of electric wire “power lines”
is as much of a misnomer
as to call a shopping mall a village—
a deflection of the true meanings of those words

An attempt to distract us
from the potent energetic vessel
called a village
the dome of contiguity enfolding and protecting
incubating, bringing forth—
miracle of mutual support

And the primal lines of power
that we feel
running along our skin
shooting from our fingertips
in bright sparks
carrying the impulses of worlds
in smooth arcs
pulling everything into connection
caressing it calm
singing it whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2012



Destiny

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It is no miracle
for Life to put us each
in our perfect place
For grand improbabilities of events
to make us converge
at the right site
and the right time
in the right readiness
to be the perfect gifts
for each other
It is as simple and steady
as the great breathing in and breathing out
of days, of tides
of heat that rises and falls
and vapors that return as rivers
to the sea

All these things accord with Life’s intent
to manifest itself, and so it does —
Our harmony insured
by what Life is:
Its fiat forms the worlds
and also us.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 22, 2012