Published inScribe·PinnedDancing With the SilenceAnd the mystery — Shadows of leaves blown by April winds appear fleetingly on sunlit walls while birdsong drifts from languid, leafy branches, and in the slow-moving river, swirls emerge slowly, tentatively, almost invisibly, as though the conscious universe were discovering itself woven into substance slowly waking up to itself inside all life, while nourishing our heart like spring brings blossom to trees, bringing fresh meaning, helping us…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScribe·PinnedAll the Sky We Never SeeInside our heart — Silence like an endless sky across the universe, hints at hidden depth too vast to know, as though all of life were a movement toward the perfection of a flower, or the harmony of bees, and the wisest course follows the silence, while the sun warms our face and tea cools on a nearby table…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScribe·PinnedThis Human LifeSometimes — And like when we met, with the ocean blown into endless shifting motions causing boats to rock and heave against the ropes, and nearby leaves flurried by the restless wind fleetingly reflected in the mirror of the cafe, where we looked into each others’ eyes and talked about our day, there’s always a flow, a conscious stream drifting slow of thoughts…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
PinnedSelected PoetryLinks to selected poetry 2020–2023 — All my writing on Medium is free to read! All the Sky We Never See Inside our heartmedium.com Sometimes There’s a Day For all the silence in this worldmedium.com Dancing With the Silence And the mysterymedium.com This Human Life Sometimesmedium.com Like Whispers Lost in windmedium.com Like Hidden Moments Of our dreamsmedium.com What Can’t Be Said In wordsmedium.comLife4 min readLife4 min read
PinnedSelected ArticlesLinks to selected articles 2016–2023 — All my writing on Medium is free to read! Intelligence is Everywhere Throughout the universepaul-mulliner.medium.com Our Experiencing Universe Knowing universal consciousnesspaul-mulliner.medium.com Knowing the Conscious Universe And bringing it into our lifepaul-mulliner.medium.com Hearing the Silence Of the universepaul-mulliner.medium.com The New Reality Discovering our cosmic identitypaul-mulliner.medium.comLife4 min readLife4 min read
Published inMove Me Poetry·1 day agoLike WhispersLost in wind — Wispy cloud slides across the sky revealing patterns of sudden transient beauty melting into misty air, fleeting impressions dancing in the fluid surface of the moment, whispers lost in wind, dissolving into the boundless silence inside us, the knowing that can’t be said, the love that knows all love is one…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScrittura·2 days agoLike Hidden MomentsOf our dreams — Sometimes a primal sound, like maybe ocean surf or the wind sighing through trees while a lone bird cries, reminds us suddenly of all the hidden silence always underneath our life, the conscious silence everywhere inside the universe, woven deep in every moment, the whisper of eternity across our endless inward sky, bringing meaning to our life…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScribe·May 11Sailing the OceanSeeing life with the eye of our heart — Our life is like a candle flame in all the gusty winds of life, fragile, beautiful, the formless becoming form, woven through eternity and nothingness, and always underneath our days there’s the silence and the mystery inside us, the silent song, the whisper of intuition, the boundless eternal weaving poetry into our heart, while the wind blows gently through the trees…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScribe·May 3What Can’t Be SaidIn words — Loves’ silent whisper touches every human heart, its unwritten language somehow inspiring every life, somehow knowing everything unsaid that lovers share, as though the whole universe were in every breath and every moment. And what those in love will always know and cannot say, the song no ear can hear but every…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
Published inScribe·May 1It’s Raining in South LondonAnd I hear the silence — Rain is falling in South London, its soft persistent patter hiding all the silence underneath our life, the conscious silence weaving us throughout the universe, bringing something of its gentle grace into our reflective inner moments, revealing all the wisdom underneath the surface of the everyday, the knowing that can’t be said, the unwritten poetry blended through the conscious fabric of our world…Poetry1 min readPoetry1 min read
