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Cradled

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Spirit is my cradle.
So many hands reach out for love
Grasp at each other, try
to find that solid holding
that can take their weight
and bear them up

So many hands
(mine included)
have felt the flailing
as the hands we reached for
were trying desperately
to have us hold them
And we all kept falling
through the emptiness
of our shared need

But Spirit is our cradle
Resting here, our hands reach out
and give each other
what we have so endlessly desired.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 18, 2013


Who rules you?

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If God is a tyrant
It doesn’t matter who rules you —
which voices, external or internal
bear down on you
bend you to their yoke
You have no hope for freedom anyway
Only the hope of bargaining
for some marginally less paltry
slice of life

But if there is freedom anywhere
If there is fulfillment
If there is any love, any bright joy
Then something must be holding up the ceiling
of the sky
Some law must make provision
for dynamic lift

If God were a tyrant
There would be no point in life at all
But Life rises
irrepressible
and joy is real, and comes unbidden
Flashes of brilliant day
take us by surprise
proving
God is not a tyrant
and you can have
everything you love.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 25, 2012


Steadying

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Spirit, your eye
knows how to appraise me
You know how
to cradle my head in your hands
and tenderly reset
each strand of hair
each ruffled thought
each foolish misconception

You know how to set me steady
Hold me till my inner balance
finds itself
Send me on my course so gently
I can feel the poise to guide myself

Spirit, your gaze
is so clear
When I see with your eyes
I know that what I see is true:
My love is strong, my joy is pure
I choose your sight
to see through
I choose your sight
to see me through.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 20, 2012


Chrysalis

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This chrysalis
is a holy state —
Intake ceased
Action halted
Identity held suspended

A time for quiet focus of awareness
The necessity for everything
that’s yet unformed
The coalescence
of ideas and elements
The microscopic gravitation
of that which goes together
Furled wings, curled fingertips
Slow emerging clarity

In time you will step forth
Your power rise to meet the new demands
But while you need this firm container
this darkness, this external shielding
It will stay with you

Watch within
You’ll see the signs
And you’ll know when to follow
every finished impulse
into the day.

©Wendy Mulhern
October 18, 2012


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


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


Whole

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Everything is holy —
Fine veins along the backs of fallen leaves
The scent of fall they silently release
The light that paints in stripes and shapes
Familial closeness in a grove of trees

Every cell is holy
Each one integrated, each aware
Each breathing in this moment’s dance of knowing
Imparting, down the networks of its joining
the never-interrupted arc of care

Every breath is holy
Braiding, in its cyclical alignment
connection to the deep, pure heart of being
Each curls in currents 
that thrill me alive
And every entwining 
can serve to remind me to

Find the flow of it
Not let go of it
Not let go of it
till I’m whole

Find the flow of it
Not let go of it
Not let go of it
till I’m whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 24, 2012


Growing New

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We made the choice
And where we could have called ourselves
Bundles of opinions
Past experiences, scars
Perspectives narrowed 
through the jarring course of years
Piles of restrictions growing larger daily
Needing soft accommodation for their weight

Instead we have decided on this:
To serve whatever is alive in us
To always focus on what’s growing
Leaving, rigorously, everything that’s dead behind —
opinions, patterns, prejudice —
And learning, every day
to be more supple

Should it then come as a surprise
to see our love so shining?
So new, so eager, so alive —
with grace and bliss entwining.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 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


Coming Home

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My longings set out first

some weeks ago, like clouds
wandering upon some wind
looking for the stream to bring them
where they wished

My thoughts came next
More efficient, they immediately
found themselves home
attended to the things they needed
word empowered, neatly ordered

Finally, my body makes the trek
It’s slow, but it’s learning
It can’t quite fly like longings
or just be there, like thoughts
Today, through flights and waiting
it makes its way

No longer a delicate package
prone to discomfort
which has to be managed
No longer an egg
with liquid insides that get shaken

My body is learning
to stream free in Spirit
to move with the currents
that move all the elements
Not yet proficient at getting there quickly
Still it will find its way home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 10, 2012