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You Are Here

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I see you in the waves —
your little boy laugh
in the small ones at the surface
light green glinting in translucence
catching merrily and falling back
breath held, bright bubbles rising
as he sinks
ecstatic with luckiness
treasure of the caught gift
weighty in his hand

In the large swells
I see your man strength
dark, rolling
rising at the right time
coming up with deep feeling
moving in the logic
of the present need
folding everything
into its potent flow.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 25, 2014

Solo

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soloa

Draw a picture for me, I said,
Take me on a mind trip,
tell me how it was for you

He said there wasn’t anything to say,
He grew impatient, for my questions
were so obvious —
Of course he had a backpack,
of course he had no trouble
finding his way

That’s OK. I have my own wilderness.
I have my own T-shirt-with-no-sweatshirt
journey through the mountains
and the cold of night

I have my own clearing
of the shrouded thoughts
I didn’t know I had,
my own exploration

of my power to hold the true sight
of all that brightness
streaming from his being,
all that trippy
flowing of his mind

and all the gifts of rare vision
offered by each singular
reflection of the light.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 20, 2014

Thanks

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MacKenzie2a

Yes, we see each other

The signal that I sent across the years
(which, since it met with no response,
I’d left,
continuing to work
because I needed to,
slowly gaining prowess on my own)

Has now come back
at the right time.
Light recognizes light,
Honest dedicated effort
sees the same
And so we start to forge a higher discourse
Where we redeem the purpose of our being

So I say thanks —
Thanks for how you live your life,
thanks for what you see
thanks for the clarity
that frames your thoughts,
thanks for seeing me
Thanks for attention, instead of norms,
Thanks for the dance within the meta-forms.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 19, 2014

Drawn

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Every one of us is drawn
with lovingkindness
to our truth

There is no need to push each other,
no need to direct, persuade,
cajole, dictate
another’s course

There’s no perspective
held by any one of us
that is the one
that everyone should use

We each are drawn
from where we are
to what we are —
Our truth, our love
will guide us

And we can trust each other
to be led,
however blind we may be
to each other’s leadings —
We can wait, and watch to see
the growing masterpiece
come in to view
in how we all are drawn.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 2, 2014

Pretty

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brackett's trees

There’s something striking
in straight lines merged with bendy —
Tree limbs framed in window panes,
Images of houses
ruffled in the river’s ripples

I came here along the braided curves —
River, bike trail, highway rising
into overpasses, thinking
“Everything about today is pretty”

For I also thought so earlier,
Watching the rolling arc of waves,
small and glistening on the glassy water,
curling to a small break
just before the curving shore,
almost too bright to bear

We bounced small rocks off driftwood,
We spoke of things arcane and lofty,
Didn’t need to seek
the places we might disagree

(so I didn’t mention watching
dragon-headed clouds with intelligent eyes
drifting in brilliant blue
framed by my arm crooked over my face
to block eye-searing sun.)

©Wendy Mulhern
June 16, 2014

We find our way back

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benighted

We find our way back
Not by craft, not by clever planning,
Not with compasses or maps
or trails of breadcrumbs

We find our way back
Not by skill, not by knowledge,
Not with an ever burning torch
to light our way

We find our way back
by falling,
Falling into the well-honed patterns,
the steps we have invested in,
the ways we fit,
grown together day by day
over many years

So that after we have spun out,
There’s a truth we sink back into
and in our surrender
we find our way back.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 15, 2014

Early Morning Smile

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I cherish your
early morning smile,
rare as days when we can wake
to sunbeams,
hope-igniting as robin song.
We blink and face each other
and fill with light

We are here
and though chains of the day
await your donning,
we can almost see
the way they must dissolve,
We can almost taste the freedom
to live into that smile,
to let it lead us through the hours
released, at peace.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2014

Missed Signals

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missed signals

None of these tokens mean a thing.
They are a currency —
Sometimes they can be used,
Sometimes, also, they can be
misconstrued

A kiss, a smile, a hug,
a showing up to work,
a glance, a sigh, a comment,
the taking time
to sync up with your breathing . . .

You may want one
and I may give another,
so it would seem
our signal had been lost

But I am sure
These tokens are just toeholds
to help us gain the higher understanding —
what I am, who you are
and the bedrock fact
of our deep caring,
and the finally unerring
harmonics
in which our souls conjoin.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 8, 2014

Safety

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safety

Where can we seek safety?
Not in numbers,
not in nameless crowds,
Not in being one of many,
herded, sheeplike, following the rules —
Not everything that claims to lead
is kind
And clearly, there’s no kind of safety
in following blind

How can we seek safety?
Not in more guns,
Not in more locks and keys,
Not in protection from so-called Security
Not in turning our faces
away from strangers,
Not in buying insurance
against all dangers

Not in conformity,
Not from policemen,
Not from reliance on logic and reasons,
Only by building
through small trusts, by hand
a net of acceptance that covers the land —
a weaving us in with no outside for anyone,
no one cast off, left afar —
Then we’ll be safe where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 6, 2014

Inside

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We are all pure inside,
We are all innocent.

The raging game of blame,
justification, tallies of offenses,
indignation,
the cringing battles fought within
about the way things went
and what they could have been,
the cover stories, image and bravado
are all just cloaks
and superficial froth
that hide the truth
that we are pure inside

And some of us, for some of us
will have a miracle of insight
to find the door, to take the path,
to wend their way inside
and with their touch reveal
each other’s innocence,
releasing that bright truth
to light each other
and, perhaps, the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2014