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Seeing the Salvation

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under oak

Stand still, for you won’t need
to fight in this battle. Not this one.
For your perception
will be lifted up. And none of the triggers
will even register

You will see that your work is
to stand clear in the Allness —
the comprehensive Love that buffers
each collision course with kindness,
makes each intersection blessed,
each impact blessing

You won’t need to fight in this battle.
Stand still, and let your view expand
until you see the circle’s sweet return,
until you hold the whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 18, 2015

Solace and Comfort

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lower stream

Ah, we pin our hopes on each other,
we reach out our hands
as if two bodies in free fall
could hold each other up

We will give solace
and we will receive comfort
but not from here —

Not where we set up the slate of conditions,
the changes required, the needs to be met,
Not in the stories that cast us so poignantly
into the dramas that make people cry

We will give solace
and receive comfort
here in the consciousness
deeper than stories,
where everyone wants the same thing —
A thing whose abundance
is never diminished,
a source whose beneficence
comforts us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 15, 2015

Light On The Page

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wetlands2

Somewhere in between the printed words
I find myself in the velvet place
where secrets are imparted
as quietly as dew lifting

And the awareness
spreads like color
across sun-brightened fields
and joy —
like the spring trilling
of many tiny birds

So these are the promises
and this is how they are fulfilled —
in the soft silence
of becoming new.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 9, 2015

Fishing

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Richmond dawn

When I came back
to my old haunts
they didn’t fit anymore —
The old hauntedness
could still ring through me
but the old exorcisms
— industry, to do lists —
were completely useless
and the old stories
made me tired

I must remember
how I learned to cast my net
on the right side,
how the emanation
of Spirit within
brought forth so many
bright shining fish
full of life and the flow
of continual offering,
turning and flashing
and flocking in sweet laughter,
filling me up with
everything I desired.

©Wendy Mulhern
February 4, 2015

Days Like This

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magnuson wetland2

Days like this, I feel
No one will be left behind.
We’ll all do this together
(astonishing as that may seem
when we appear so atomized,
so caught up in the stream of
everything we never wanted)

We’ll all do this together,
each impelled to take the daring leap alone —
We’ll jump up in unison
and look around
in gratitude and surprise
to see that no one is left behind
in the great claiming
of everything we’re called upon to be.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 28, 2015

Haloed

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red dogwood

The halo rests around my eyes –
I see it everywhere I look —
Red dogwood in the heaven of the winter sun,
contented trills of frogs and blackbirds

And in these moments, a lightness,
borne by the sound of wind chimes
and the unexpected scent of daphne —
gift of sweetness to the whole yard

My steps walk connected,
along the path, behind the wheelbarrow,
and in the gentle placement, day by day
of what must next be done
and how to do it,
and how illumination is provided
in the glow of each thing touched,
each touch received.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 26, 2015

Light Travels

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magnuson wetland

Teach me this way of moving
through the ephemeral —
swinging on shafts of light
too thin to hold my weight
yet somehow able
to pass me from one to the next

Teach me to hold without grasping,
just tight enough
to slide along
to the next bright thing
I can’t quite grasp
but which may send me
on down the bright lines

Sustained by nothing I can touch here,
held up, in some still dimly comprehended way
by something I can’t see
the source of all these lights
which, in its time,
shines me home.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 25, 2015

Your Names Are Written in Heaven

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written in heaven

Rejoice,
for your place in Life,
so particular, so vast,
is eternally established:

Who you are,
as singular as your name,
is braided in,
inextricably,
to the epic song
of elemental harmony

You are known,
You are needed,
and your words and actions
will always
bring forth their intended fruits.

Rejoice,
for your names are written in heaven.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 10, 2015

New Times

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new times

It’s no longer good enough
to feel sacred,
to string bright-colored spiritual baubles
and put them in our hair,
to feel vaguely enlightened

It’s no longer good enough
to be in the same tribe
with others who talk the talk
of spiritual urgency
and share the sense of what is most important

In this time,
action is required of us all
and our light must actually make things clear
and our connections
need to give us more than fuzzy feelings

We must nurture and support each other,
help each other claim our native sovereignty:
When we name Spirit
we must bring forth its fruits —
harvest of sustenance,
lifework of truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 1, 2015

Bedrock

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rock

Take me down to the bedrock,
Plant my feet
on something that’s not shifting
as days flow like dreams
and dreams flow like sand
along the sinking dunes of my perception

I can make no more conclusions
from any set of givens
sold in the market
of social norms
And I can find nothing
of enduring value
in the schools or in the stores

But there is something I can stand on,
step by step, there is a way to walk,
Guide my feet,
set them down surely
on eternal Spirit,
my only rock.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 31, 2014