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Out of the prison

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If we allow one prison
We are all in its clutches:
The threads from that one knot
in the system
Spread into the fabric
of everything we do
We know
that if we fail to toe the line, we too can fall
into the place where even the least decisions
are denied us

So we deny
in little ways
our own decisions
We let fear
do the deciding for us
Let those subtle shackles
creep around our ankles
till we’re caught

If there is a freedom
A place as small as a walnut
we discover in our hearts
to hold our soul
In that contained infinity
It can fly
Can gather energy
Can be, without becoming
in a place with no confinement
where no prison can restrict it
And so we
Delivered from the tyranny of prisons
can be free.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 18, 2012


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


Keystone

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This is our foundation
Octahedral core
Locked together in a structure
that stands firm
holding open
the arches of energy
so great currents
of light
of power
can spiral through
up and down

We stand here strong
Holding it
At one in our service
to the elemental rhythms
At one like the sides of an arch
Our love the keystone.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 11, 2012


Nothing Shall Offend Them

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“Great peace have they that love thy law, and nothing shall offend them.”  – Psalm 119:165

When you love the law of Life
You’re not offended
by Life’s bursting forth
out of all boundaries, all propriety
Loud, seductive, shameless
Always calling for more

When you love the law of Love
You’re not offended
by Love’s wide-armed inclusion
of everyone, everything
Never a need to have status, credentials
competitive edge, pedigree

When you love the law of Truth
You’re so full, each day
with the present dance of being
You have no time to be offended,
your every moment full
of living in the law of good.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2012


How to fly

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The steering of myself is subtle
and tricky, since these dials —
the ones that I was taught controlled 
my legs, my hands —
Turn out to have been only painted on
And the real controls
The ones that have the switch that lets me fly
Meticulously hidden for so long

I must remind myself each time
To leave the painted-on controls alone
To seek the hidden balance deep inside
And reconnect with what I’ve always known
To lean into the buoyant, flowing currents
Established when the world and I were formed
To catch the waves that carry me
along the perfect lines
where every move of grace has gone before.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 3, 2012


Naming Power

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To call  a system of electric wire “power lines”
is as much of a misnomer
as to call a shopping mall a village—
a deflection of the true meanings of those words

An attempt to distract us
from the potent energetic vessel
called a village
the dome of contiguity enfolding and protecting
incubating, bringing forth—
miracle of mutual support

And the primal lines of power
that we feel
running along our skin
shooting from our fingertips
in bright sparks
carrying the impulses of worlds
in smooth arcs
pulling everything into connection
caressing it calm
singing it whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 24, 2012



Beauty

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(From the biking philosophers’ notebook)
 
Something compels you
Perhaps the way a substance
moves beneath your fingertips
and you can mold it
Perhaps the interplay of laws
as seen in intersecting ripples
Perhaps the strength of structure
and the genius of form
You must engage with it
You have to notice
 
Or maybe it’s the summer-long progression
of how a seed pod forms and opens out
Maybe the way a person thinks or moves
Maybe the tracks of time, the marks of history
Or the recurring changes through each day
 
No matter—
When a thing calls you
and you follow it because you must
And you throw yourself into the quest
to really master, really grasp it
And insist on holding on until it changes you,
You bring forth beauty.
 
©Wendy Mulhern
August 17, 2012
 
 

Alchemy

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Here is an alchemy:
Not lead to gold
But led by the golden
glow from within
that homes to its source-light
steady, unerring

Here is the alchemy
that we behold
as we leave the old focus
and step forward, bold:
This light-washed vision,
All dullness resolving
till everything shimmers
in life’s vibrant tones

This is the alchemy:
Not something changed
But something conceived anew—
Radical point of view
Suddenly lightyears from what we’ve been told
What we had thought was so
Now so illumined
everything that we see
is gold.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 15, 2012


We are called

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We are called to liberty
Called to serve that thing in us
that levitates
that lifts
that fills us with the power to leap
to fly

We are called to joy
and nothing else
has any voice nor sway
No tales of heavy burdens or their virtues
No tales of guilt or prices we must pay
No tales of lack of worth or ancient shame
Can stand the test of truth or win the day

We are wired for liberty
And only that
Can spark our motivation
Only the call of joy can make us rise
So proving it to be our true salvation.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 1, 2012