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Most things are not inscrutable.
In general, things are waiting
to tell you what they are,
waiting for that catch of eye
that shows you’ve seen them,
waiting for the mutual tug
that shows you’re tracking,
ready to notice
what they’ll show

Most things long
for the steady cohesion
of your attention.
They’ll thrive under it,
they’ll yield their deepest secrets
willingly, elatedly —
so fulfilled they are
at having been seen,
really seen,
at having been known by you.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 24, 2014

In the Tent of the Universe

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Oh, this life!
One thing I know —
Every separate thing
will come together
in some unimaginable arc.
Everything that seems so
out of whack
will still come round again,
in countless iterations, subtle shiftings,
till it turns out to be
the essential linchpin
of some delicious dimension
we’d never known before,
opening our sights,
vastly multiplying
the realms wherein we fly.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 20, 2014

No more answers

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Well, there may be answers
but they’re not pre-packaged,
not catalogued, not stored away
to be pulled out when mildly relevant,
slapped into self-congratulating use

The only answers
must rise integrally from the brew,
kambucha mothers to the moment’s process —
They are not for solving things
but for savoring
the slow, unlabored turn toward resolution,
the feeding and the growth
of what is formed when we’re together
when our seeking hunger
is answer to each other

We live here —
Not in the artifact
but in our living thought —
the new, the quick,
the nourishment
of what we each have brought.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 4, 2014

Lenses

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Through some lenses
it’s easier
to see people’s blindness
than their lights —

Those are the lenses
affixed to us like blinders
to make us go a way
we haven’t chosen,
and wouldn’t want —
the way in which
before the joy (we’re told)
must come the suffering —
Suffering to pay the price,
suffering for us or them,
suffering to earn the prize
or wrest it from another.

Try these lenses:
They’re designed
to magnify the lights —
The light behind each effort,
each ungraceful try,
each stumble,
The light of love that longs
for one straight chance
to be seen true,
the light of love that,
when you see it,
will come through.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2014

Let us gather

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Let us gather
among these sweet tears,
Let us grieve,
Let this shared fountain
wash through us
with all its sadness —
Let it flow
until it clears

Let us gather
for we will be shelter
for each other, we will be
home. We will be
the way we make it through —
We’ll see each other
and so be known.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2014

Touched

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In feeding we are fed,
In meeting we are met,
In every act of willingness
to come forth empty to the touch point,
we are filled

The fountain rises bubbling
from the awe-struck rock,
The flames burst out
from the friction’s spark,
The inspiration rushes
suddenly and steadily
into the open space
prepared by humbleness
for great paths of wind
sweeping into the deepest chambers,
touching the quick,
igniting swift
life fire within.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 20, 2014

Secret Spring

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To Edward

Come here again
and enter
this inner pool of me,
which, when you touch,
comes real
and I can go there, too —
Quench myself deeply,
Immerse myself
in what will glow afterwards
on my whole skin
and in the deep breaths I take,
an unnamed satisfaction
that fills up the entire void
amazingly —
that huge chasm
with one drop.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 12, 2013

To Sunny

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No, please —
(as I see you from afar,
drifting down the currents
of someone’s strenuous persuasion)
Remember what you had —
Remember how we both
filled with that so-tangible light,
heart-homed, rising more massively
than magma,
shining through our eyes,
making that visiting booth a lantern
that poured its brightness into all my life.

I know I always went away euphoric,
my joy so well fed,
my faith so anchored
by your stand for truth.
How can you forget?
How can you leave that light
for cold logic, dry texts,
and an old excluding story?

Come back —
(I ask you, knowing
I have no traction
except the hope we planted together
which has spread into a great field
in the time you’ve been gone.)

©Wendy Mulhern
January 11, 2014

A Place to Begin

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This holy starting place
is like mist dancing in bright sun rays,
like soft light sifting through eyelashes,
a meeting of our hopes, our shaggy edges.

Here’s where we give ourselves,
Surrender to the mercy of
the grace that listens,
that finds the first fit,
the clasp with which 
we slide into the dance
of deepening reverberation,
plunging into fathoms of our souls.

This is the immersion
that we came here for,
This is the draft that satisfies
our fullest essence,
This is the blessing
we have longed to give,
shining the perfection of our presence.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 14, 2013


Centers

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And if our orbits
grow more elliptical,
swinging out towards wider distances,
it means that, more than ever,
I need your anchored presence —
something to fly back to
with pull that increases
from having been away.
I need us to home in,
for we are centers
for each other,
holding us on course
in our singular path
through the black sky.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 30, 2013