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Real

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Within the dream
there still are ways
you can be real,
And real is what you live for

Although these moments
do not map
against the story
enforced by concrete lines
and metal boxes rolling,
and ticking of the gears
that hold the dreamers all enslaved,
they still are potent

Each little shine of real
can throw a light against
the eyes held tightly closed,
can start to drum a reveille
against the drones of sleep

We overthrow the dream
not in its battle
but in waking —
Every way you’re real,
you help us rise.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 24, 2014

Ways of Knowing

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Things may be much larger
or much smaller
than we assume —
Maybe it’s a galaxy,
maybe a quark,
maybe the shake of a squirrel’s tail
among the boughs

Some instruments of knowing
are less foolproof
than we have been led to believe,
and indeed
we have been fooled for generations —
We have been duped
into throwing out
all ways of knowing,
all ways of measuring,
all ways of valuing
except the dollar
(and that, we’re told,
is out of our control)

And yet
We are not fools,
We do have ways of knowing
of our own
And we can use them
to understand
each one’s true value
and why we’re here
and what we now can do
to save the world.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2014

Power

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Listen,
You have the power:
You can always do
what you want

You are the power —
You can bring your light
into the world

You feel the power,
vibrant and decisive voice within
that lets you know
what you are here to do,
how to begin
and how to follow through
and how to win
the realization of your grandest vision.

Though you have heard real life consists
of mostly doing things your heart resists,
it is not true,
For here and now
the life that ever brings you forth
aligns you with your joy
and seals your worth.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 30, 2014

Mastery

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We will stop seeing ourselves
as creatures of prohibition,
the ones who see themselves confined
within the narrow lines
of what’s allowed

And we will not play out
the acts of prohibition —
the tearing down, denying
and forbidding

We will understand
that the great dominion
has never been destruction,
that intelligence has a greater work

And that the building up of anything,
a life, a town, a cause,
must use the tools of life,
allowing everything
to tumble forth and thrive,
and in its living find its integration,
teem, and be itself, and be alive.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2014

Becoming Real

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We start to consider
what it will take to become real,
what it will take to release ourselves
from the role in the story
in which we have no power
to infuse the structure
with our integrity,
no power to ensure
our livelihood is built on justice.

We will become real
because we do have power.
We must build our world from scratch
because it can be right,
and we’re not living
till we own
all the consequences
of our actions,
till they reflect
our natural, steady,
all-embracing care.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 4, 2014

The Law of Home

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We had been taught we had to buy our homes
in the currency of servitude,
our souls indentured for security,
our freedom traded to be warm and dry.

What liberation to discover
there’s a higher law,
to find we make our homes
from what we are.

We make our homes
from what we are:
Like coral, like clams,
we grow our shelter
from the soft sweetness of ourselves
and from our interface
with the vast and seething breathing
of currents rushing through us

We make our homes
in the power of our thought,
conceiving them as we conceive ourselves
inseparable from innate belonging.

We make our homes to hold ourselves together
and keep us where the flow of life
will constantly enliven us.

No way to be homeless,
no need to be fooled:
It isn’t commerce that protects us
but the law of home,
written in the timeless code
of water, waves, and stars.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 27, 2013

Whoosh

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Every time I think of it
it feels like the moment after
a tub of cold water was dumped
on my head —
The breath-arresting shock, the ragged
gasp, the rush of cold and wetness,
the persisting dripping,
rivulets pushing past my ears and eyes,
a pounding pulsing of my head and heart,
the tingle filling everything,
and the exhilaration as it clears . . .

It’s so astonishing
I keep on thinking of it,
keep on being dowsed with the surprise —
How I never grasped before
how much of what I thought was true
was just a ruse,
how long I’ve let myself be disempowered.
Shocking it is —
the stirrings of awakening
asserting the dissolving of a dream.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 11, 2013


Web

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Maybe it only takes
holding your hand,
and yours — one on each side —
for the circuit to connect,
and the ancient courage
in which we know all things are possible
will flow forth.

Just so we know
we’re not alone —
So we become formidable
and we will draw our circles
in the streets
and link our threads of knowing
till our web is thick and springy
and can hold us all together,
save us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 15, 2013


State of the Union

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Traversing once again
the thoughtscapes
we have created
and called the world,
I see so many fractured structures,
so many castles
that clearly are pretend,
the fabrications
of such manipulations
that what I find most hard to understand
is how we ever thought they’d hold our weight.

But wait —
Even now they are shifting
more clearly into dream
and we are still standing,
yet not on nothing,
So there must be 
(and must have always been)
something here that holds us up,
some essential structure
that is not broken
and will sustain us still
when everything falls down.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 5, 2013


Refuge

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I’m putting down roots,
finding anchor
against the dizzy winds,
the strident lying stories
that have swirled us all our lives
as we tried to find meaning
in the vague continuity
offered by their endless repetition.

In the stillness of groundedness
the winds seem harder
but they serve to reinforce
the sense of refuge,
the place of home,
the finding of the solid truth on which I stand,
the rock from which I now shall not be moved.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2013