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Our New Story

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We never
gave up on each other
Though our messages
between our universes
were so hopelessly distorted
maliciously, meticulously twisted
by forces that knew
our love would blow the sides out
of the boxes that constrained our power
thus destroying every mask of bondage
for us and also anyone who saw us

We never gave up on each other
Though we sometimes walked in silence
of despair from all the times
the message failed
We couldn’t give up on each other
For when you see another’s soul
You are compelled to hold it
Hold to that vision till you see it true
So we held on
till our lights
outshone the lies
and pulled us through.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 13, 2012


Focus

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My truth is not betrayed
And though I trade
in things that can’t be seen
I am not fooled
What is not seen
can still be known
I hold my truth
and so I’m not shortchanged

I watched the whirling falling of the maple seeds
I felt the fall of other bits of husk
I saw the leaves, green on layered green
I felt the sun

My love is not betrayed
Though it be not reciprocated
Where my love is made
it will sustain itself
It settles
Finds its focus, finds its home
It falls like rays
It falls like light sifting
Illuminates the scene
and knows its own.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 12, 2012


Ancient Ways

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In my tribe 
the way it was
before the ancient ways were lost
to history, and to other tools
with which we’ve been subverted

In my tribe
each infant soul
was braided with such care
into the stream of all of us
that none was ever dropped or lost
and as it grew
each one learned its vital, pulsing rhythm
and its needed place
how to move strongly in the power of its knowing
how to contribute, how to own its name

So we were all 
united with the magic
and we strode along the elemental forces
and our hands knew how to bring
each fine idea to fruition
and our feet knew how to run the ancient courses

As they will again, as we remember
all the pathways of our common dreams
how to mirror forth our inner splendor
and braid ourselves together in the stream.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 6, 2012


East Coast Countenance

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When you walk
I see how you are harnessed
by the shoulders, by the head

When you look out of those eyes
preset to see
only what is permitted,
furtively scanning for recognition
I feel the burden there

When you smile
Towers of blockage fall
The light of you streams forth
just in a quick flash
and I know
there is hope for us all.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 21, 2012



Opinions II

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Opinions are like snapshots
Frozen impressions
Maybe true in their moment
But static —
When you’re holding them
you’re not seeing
the moving truth of now

If you think that you’re comprised of your opinions,
Each time you meet someone you’ll  think
for you to get along, your opinions have to match
You’ll pull them out, negotiate
and maybe you’ll be sad
to find that no one there agrees with you

But if instead you know that you’re comprised
of the dynamic interaction
with what comes before your eyes,
with every opportunity to be amazed,
to understand and value things
in your inimitable way
to co-create the truth 
with others who are present
You will find
remarkable confluence 
of a satisfying oneness
and a lovely, bracing playground 
for your mind.

©Wendy Mulhern
July 4, 2012



Stardom

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The sun came out at six pm
Grand, sporting brilliant blue sky
And a few gratuitous fluffy clouds
A fine entrance
escorted by strong winds officiously
brushing away the excess warmth
But it was charming enough
to warm us anyway
Make us sit and bask
if only for a moment

It is a busy star
with many others it must see
We can’t expect its glow to last for very long
and so we try not to depend on it
try not to hang on its every gesture
But face it
We are smitten
We will pine for it tomorrow
if it’s gone.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 23, 2012


Little tears, little tears

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Little tears in eye corners
Little tears in fabric
Little sighs that come up
without my even noticing
Time to find some kind of mending
Time to hug, time to cry
Time for love and prayer sending
Time to greet each other without speaking

When the grand script is lost
and all its pieces
flutter separately against the fence
and we have chased them, tried to find them
patched them all together
and see in dismay
that now they make no sense,
It’s time to drop the story
and begin again

A tone, a chord
something to draw us back
to reestablish union
Something to fill the gapping lack
Somehow a new communion . . .
Frayed and scattered, we will gather
and will trust
that we will find ourselves again
because we must.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 11, 2012


Venus Transit

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They say a day on Venus
takes two-thirds of an earth year
and that she marks a graceful pentagram relation
as she and Earth revolve around the sun
They say tomorrow she will make a transit —
the second of a pair —
Then not again
for a hundred twenty-two more years

They’re pointing to this time with hope
that forces now will come aligned
An ancient balance be restored
the dawning of the integrated mind
And on this sleepy day
it’s nice to think that everything
will right itself without my help
or any conscious effort
That I could snooze right through the fray
and wake up coming home to where
the sanity I’ve longed so long for reigns

Which flies against the stern command
that if there’s to be change
I have to stand
and work, and tirelessly pursue
the truth that brings this fullness into view
But I imagine 
if there is a pull, I will be pulled
and in the pulling be compelled
to consciously bring forth my transformation:
The Venus transit may perform an awesome show
but if it makes a difference I’ll never know.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 4, 2012


I’m in

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(Notes from the third seasonal five women gathering on Vashon)

We have inhabited
a place of waves
an ebb and flow of stories
diverse perspectives that we try to reconcile
the tossing circles constantly recurring
hope baubles bobbing on their glossy surface

They bob against the undertow of sadness
and the mind’s attempt
to close the loop, to claim
the promised satisfaction dearly longed for
We can choose to float there
or step free . . . 

. . . Winds wander
Waves slap along the shore
Clouds display themselves across the sky
I step now from the land of metaphor
into the day
where sun sweetens
and geese parade their young before our eyes
Warm sand and stones smell like seaweed
by my resting face
Bright cold water licks my resting feet

I lie here and consider
Where do I immerse myself?
How do I join in this grand wheeling of the sky?
How do I find grounding in this
aliveness so much greater than
my little “I”?

I’ll take all of it
Whatever is given
Whatever way I can be used
to heal the stories, serve the greater vision
I’m ready
I’ll take all immersions offered

I feel and smell the sun, the sand
the stones, the water
Then the waves come for me
and I’m in.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 3, 2012

An empty page

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Perhaps it is a time for breathing in
Breathing in, taking in
Listening instead of saying
Having nothing to convey
Ingesting rather than creating
Letting rushing showers of stories
fall across my vision
Hearing all the sounds
and making no decision
Let the magic coalesce at other sources
Let the message be sent out
by other voices
This yawning blankness of my mind
may well be for the best
Every field, including mine
must have its time of rest.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 29, 2012