I did not cry when I walked the trail of tears.

I cried when my son cried 

Because he did not know 

Who he was or where he had come from.

Our people used to know these things deeply,

No matter where it was that we were born.

But the great walking 

And the great sorrow of all the people

Pulled this faith and understanding 

From our marrow,

Cut up the knowledge we had as a people 

And gave each piece of us a separate name.

Our collective soul was divided and conquered,

And in the confusion of all the labels, 

The wholeness could not be found.

Tonight I watch the stars walk their trails across the night.

They are settled and on their paths.

May all of us find peace.

May all of us find the wholesome wholeness,

The happiness that exists because 

There is nothing the cosmos can’t fix.

-jenn

 Even the Sun casts a shadow.

Even the Sun

Comes when it’s called

To do The Master’s bidding.

Man’s best friend is a dog,

But my best friend Is the Sun.

I linger to watch it cross the empty sky.

It stations high above me.

It casts its shadow of light

And its smile upon me.

It brings me cheer.

I know everything will be alright.

I’m happy to be here.

And in this, “I’m Happy To Be Here,” state,

Great things are possible.

And while there will also come some trouble,

I know I’m where I belong for now,

Because there are many lessons for me to learn,

Even if the only thing I do today

Is to observe the Sun.

For I am just practicing everyday,

And now, my only goal: To abide in this,

The “I’m Happy To Be Here,” state.

And even the Sun casts a shadow. 

And so do I.

And so do you.

But knowing this,

Let us cast our smiles upon the waters together,

Knowing the amplified return will be

Well worth the value.

-jenn

 X marks the spot,

The dot under which lies

The heart of the dragonfly.

The beauty of the geometry, 

From abdomen to thorax:

Breka koax koax koax.

How many linear dactylic hexameters

Might it take to change a lightbulb?

How many to convince you

That the beauty entrained in the flower exists

Because of the iambic pentameters 

Consistent in its DNA?

Why does so many a poem of love 

Contain the gifting of petioles,

Stamens and pistils,

And bees?

The frequency of love is in the air.

The resistant strain of “I’m happy to be here”

Keeps singing in the hidden tracks,

The ones forgotten backstage and/or lying alone

On the cutting room floor.

But magically, they reform in the night,

While elves make shoes and starlight offers life to unborn babes.

And even knaves who cannot learn

Will burn and yearn 

For the sacred geometry of love and sex

And long to merge into something bigger than ourselves,

If only you give us time.

Rhyme wins.

It casts its heavenly spell.

It tells, like time,

And enters in where angels fear to tread.

So bed ye down

Amongst your satin and velvet gowns and sheets.

Dream of meeting your beloved in the air,

Then let your loving heart beat out a rhythmic frequency 

That beckons forth your very own match,

The dragonfly/butterfly effect known affectionately as our 

Better half, our happiness, our very gracious and kind,

“I’m Happy To Be Here Conscious-ness and Bliss.”

-jenn