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Colors of Heather

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Behind me, to my left,
soft touch on my shoulder,
what I also see on sunlit trees —
pale golden yellow,
warm and sweet and gentle

Upward, to my right,
pearly opalescence,
tones of mauve and powder blue,
pure love, unflinching truth

Beneath me,
silver-dusted midnight blue
opening before my feet,
lit from some unseen source,
star path to infinity

These colors let me know you’re here,
waiting, with a patient smile
till I finish this bout of crying,
ready to comfort me when I look up.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 25, 2018

Lifting

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Calmly we are instructed
to stop whatever it was we were doing,
whatever it was we were thinking,
and wait for the lifting,
the gentle sifting
where all the cold gray lumps
of worry, expectation, disappointment,
precipitate and fall away
and the pure joy
of flying in Soul’s murmuration
becomes the center
of what and where we are.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 22, 2018

Transparent

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Well, I’m more transparent now,
it seems. Like I’ve part way come with you
into the place where these weights
just fall through me. And the constraints
of time and space and body
don’t apply, at least as much

This state of me
is something I observe, and ponder,
and curiously feel what it’s like
to be (at least somewhat)
unbound by physics,
to be caught up in different motivation,
to move like light through my day.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 18, 2018

Staying Put

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Now that I’ve found this place
I will not go out,
I will not go back
to the world where everything
is always sliding down,
and everyone is trying
to claw their way up

I will stay here,
and though I’m told the dogs of doom
will still snap at my heels,
I will not be moved.
I will hold to the vision
until all who fight against it
are transformed, and glide gratefully
into this truth.

©Wendy Mulhern
April 1, 2018

Spring Clean

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Open all the doors,
the cupboards, too,
and let the light flood in

And if there is clutter,
I will get rid of it,
cobwebs, I’ll wipe them away

Let there be no place in my mind
anymore, for anything that doesn’t
magnify the light, no place
for excuses, for cause/effect fables,
for anything that’s unclean,
anything that’s not washed by the light.
Let all the contents here be blessed
so I can be a temple of the Most High.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 28, 2018

Upwelling

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Beyond my words,
beyond the framings of my mind,
beyond the now silent
clamor of analysis,
crests the surge of being

I’m looking now
from inside the wave —
lifting, and feeling lifted,
rising and expanding outward,
taking in the welling up
of exaltation

This is something new,
this is something that always has been,
this is something that changes everything,
this is something that has never changed

How will I walk now
within my former world,
how will I not become
the power I have breathed?

©Wendy Mulhern
March 15, 2018

What I Let Go

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Let me consider
what I let go to return
to my toddler heart,
what I let go not knowing
I am doing it,
what drops away
as I reach to grasp
the now no longer fleeting
light of my delight,
what I can ride on now
letting go of the need
to navigate,
holding on to what changes me,
changes me back
to what I have always been.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2018

Shift

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We see the buildings crumble,
rubble all around,
we feel the wrenching,
hear the crying —
dizzy lurch —
no solid ground

One scene shifts to another
and everything keeps falling —
constructs of the hierarchy,
constructs of the mind

It all keeps falling faster,
solid forms
glide and disappear like snow
losing every reference
till we let go

Dawn requires no edifice.
Dawn, in its imperative
reveals itself. Nothing else
can hold an image,
nothing else makes sense.
So we lift our eyes to take it in —
the one true fact.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 6, 2018