Love Paints

Love paints itself on everything

This street I climb, these clouds

like round beach stones immersed in blue

These trees, their limbs reached out

in praise

This house, with all the smells

I’m eager to escape

Love paints itself on everything

The faces of the regulars in that cafe

The smile and wave one gave me as I left

As if I, too, would come there every day—

I took it with me — unexpected gift

“Which muse,” he teased, “has led you?

“I’ll be keeping track.”

But every inspiration pours out love

It all comes back

To bless this fertile chamber where I grow 

my love to give it to the world.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 9, 2011

Empowered

To see you sovereign

is my delight:

to see you stand,

your power fully

at your own command.

You wield it, as you must,

from your abiding love

and so, implicitly, I trust

your truth.  And also your resolve.

And though the waves

of doubt and pain

may crash against your walls

I trust your strength

to persevere

till each aggressor falls.

And you will reach 

your valiant hand once more

To raise up anyone

who’s beaten down

and set them standing

upright on your shore

and walk with them

till they can walk alone.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 8, 2011

Attitude of Dance

    Two trees

Their limbs now bare

Reveal an attitude of dance

The smaller one

Leaning in to feel the sweet enclosure

Of the other’s arms

The larger one

Awed and grateful

Holding such a rare and precious gift

Along the dance of time

The moment

The truth of their embrace, their love

Is held

While we, ephemeral

May wander by it

May be drawn in 

By moments we have felt

Which may remain

Long after we have danced them

A memory this kind of stance imparts

As stable as if formed in living wood

Enduring as a tree

Within our hearts.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 7, 2011

(background music: Isaac Shepard, "Letting Go")

All my loves

I want you together

I want the paint of my words

To flow through many transparencies

Touching each one

So you each know

These words are for you

(Your heart is so generous

Your hands are so beautiful

Your hug is so warm

Your path is so magical

Your smile is so radiant)

The colors course along the lines

The pentagram of power

Binds us to each other

Sends our signal out as one.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 5, 2011

Freedom

My sovereign soul

Now steps clear

of all restrictions

Everything that might constrain connection

Any sense of bowing

to dictators of repression

who claim to grant permission

and sanction all my actions —

They have no more traction,
     engender no reaction.

So I can be

the one who is needed now

I can see

the thing you are asking for

And I can give forth

from my own authority

that which you’re needing

that which belongs to me
     steadfast integrity
     homing insistently
     daily delivering

Soul-garnered freedom.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 6, 2011

Fight Mode

I am called to fight

Roused to fierce defense

Shaking the bland shroud

that duped me for so long
    that said, you are free—see?

You’re free to choose

and you (collectively) have chosen

to step on the heads of others

while running this ugly treadmill

You have chosen

to buy what you want

for the low cost of your souls

and let the land be raped

just so you wouldn’t know.

No! I did not choose this

and no I do not want this

and no I will not let you take

my supple soul.

So I stand

Centered, wary

Charged by a line of power

Pulling an ancient strength

Down through the lines of life

Star-started DNA

Holding me steady

Source-aligned thunder

Clearly aimed, ready

I have been wakened to see through the sham

I will defend us with all that I am.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 4, 2011

Signals: a collage

Explorer tracks its arc through space

Its lonely bleep a leap of existential faith

A signal it must make without a sign

That anyone has heard or might respond

Vibrations leap and link across the room

Each one homing, each one joining

Structuring a strong deep sphere of sound

Catch our hearts up in their sparkling tones

Kisses call across the plane of skin

Set the signal seeking

Receive an answer rising from within

Dissolve the boundary of who is speaking

Words set out in existential faith

Across the unknown span between the stories

Unsure if they’ll be met on some receiving side

Or if they’ll bleep in lonely fading glory

A light, a note, a kiss, an explanation

Launched by need, held in their arcs by hope

Deep sphere of Love — enclose their circle, hold them

Converge them in your center, show them home.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 2, 2011