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Gathering Light

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Where two or three are gathered
we can do the work we couldn’t do alone —
we can see each other holy,
we can see each other whole

When so resolved to be the truth’s beholders,
our eyes can lock and concentrate the light —
we form a crystal pact that leaves no room for darkness,
we look on everything with deeper sight

And so is ushered in our knowing
of the living power, so we are transformed,
the network of our caring ever growing,
as everyone who joins us here is warmed.
Though they may enter cold,
they leave here glowing.
This is why we’re here,
this is where we’re going.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 18, 2017

Clearer Sight

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clearer sight

When I see you clear, I see
I don’t need to try to change anything,
don’t need to make you see, and then correct
some inner failing. In the light I see
the shadows drop away, I see
they never had been painted on your being

When I see you clear, your light illumines
doubts within myself, helps them to fade,
so in your light I find my own redemption
as my criticism falls away

And though a rush of voices may rise up
to try to pull my thoughts back to the fray,
my clearer sight will overwhelm their story,
flood out the stridency, let peace prevail.
I lay aside the old urge to be right —
a worn out battle I don’t need to fight.

©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2016

Mooning

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morning window

A handful of families
had come to see the blood moon,
standing around outside their cars
(like us)(children hopping around
and talking loudly)
And there it hovered
just above the trees,
just around its maximum shadow —
a smudge, a smile, a whisper

But every day has something singular —
a dance of clouds, a curve of leaves —
and every night holds out the opportunity
for moon, for stars, whatever brightness
the city’s glow may let come through.
Many people raved over this one
on the internet.
We got back in our car
and drove home.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 28, 2015

Transfiguration

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It is good for us to be here,
and whatever we have brought —
our child fears, our defenses,
our adult masks, our opinions,
the scaffolding on which we’ve propped
our wobbly sense of worth —

Whatever we have brought
can sit here in this light
of what we’ve glimpsed within each other.
It can sit in that warmth,
bask in the slowly suffusing fact
that it’s forgiven. All of it.
We will fill with light till that’s all
we can see in each other,
and we will be whole.

©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2013


Discernment

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If I can see this fog
then I can see
it isn’t that you’re blurred
and indistinct,
it isn’t that you’re dull and distant.

I can separate
the vibrancy of you
from that illusion.
I can see
there is no need
to find a way to brighten you
or to discard you
due to lack of color.

I can let my understanding
lift my vision
till the fog disperses
and I see you clear.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 14, 2013


Glimpses

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How can you describe the glimpsing of this truth?

You see it like a deer in the woods,
suddenly revealed by a shift in shadow,
Then it’s gone —
Gone to your eyes at least —
You know it’s there,
and if you focus in just right
you’re sure you’ll see it.

You see it like a color —
white-rimmed mauve upon the water,
flickering and disappearing
till you find its source
in the sunset sky
and then you see it
repeated in great swaths across the lake.

It’s like a snatch of song
So sweet and haunting to your inward ear
But which you can’t quite hum
because you don’t quite know it.
Wait. Be still. You’ve called for it
And so, in its time, it will come.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 19, 2013


Refuge

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I’m putting down roots,
finding anchor
against the dizzy winds,
the strident lying stories
that have swirled us all our lives
as we tried to find meaning
in the vague continuity
offered by their endless repetition.

In the stillness of groundedness
the winds seem harder
but they serve to reinforce
the sense of refuge,
the place of home,
the finding of the solid truth on which I stand,
the rock from which I now shall not be moved.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 27, 2013


Designing

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It’s a funny thing
that I could so totally inhabit another world
as to make a double exposure
for my eyes:
Though I am driving here
along these roads, against these skies,
I also breathe papaya
and avocado
and sheets of rain arrested in their slide
down a humid landscape,
and cool tile floors offering respite

And if there is a way
to really harness this power,
we’ll be off and away,
making things real,
bringing one or more new worlds
into the light of actual day.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 13, 2013


Butterflies

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(notes on the second summer five-women gathering)

Let us melt
into the soft, orgasmic
surrender
where everything that we’ve accumulated —
the triumphs and the woes,
the stories of what’s happened,
the win and lose of what we have become —
dissolve into imaginal potential
for our metamorphosis
into our own.

What we have called a false start
or called a failure,
or called a choice that didn’t do us good,
all serve as food for our unfoldment,
unmarred by scars from anything we’ve done.

Here in this company
we feel our wings expanding
just like our hearts
that hold each other whole —
the selves we own
by seeing them reflected
in kindred eyes that shine the light of Soul.

©Wendy Mulhern
August 10, 2013


My Final Offer

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There is no part of my desire
that I’m willing to give up.
I insist on all the goodness
that I crave:

The part about the living land
and our deep kinship with it;
The part about our well-honed gifts
and all the richness shared in their fruition;
The part about our home
and all the others who live with us;
The part about the healing of the earth;

All these must be included
in the goodness we acquire,
No part may be excluded from the vision.
I won’t agree to any less
and so it must be given.

©Wendy Mulhern
June 27, 2013