Open Window

I raise the window
And put myself
Where the light shines
Into my eyes.
Sapphire floods the throne
Of my soul
Like the blue of a thousand skies.
And elbows down on the sill
 and face in hands,
My thoughts of you
Ejaculate
Into the fecund womb
Of a tomb
With no point of view.

But how the seeds of love and life glisten!
With authority they redefine,
Pulse, emit, and quicken,
And cause a new beginning in time.
Winter is over in my heart.
Lock and key lie sprung
Open to the liberating force called Life,
And it's heroes, yet to be sung.
And an unspoken prayer radiates,
Quivering hopefully,
Ever gaining in intense power,
As the curtain blows,
And the sash falls satin,
And silently onto the floor.

-jenn long

New Plate

The plate was too full,
Cluttered and bulging.
The sight of it sickened me.
I threw it up against the wall
And shattered its very existence.
None of it was what I wanted.
I had just taken a bit of all that was there.

The rains came
And washed the walls of indifference.
The sunshine faded the settled away.
And in the twinkling of a moonbeam,
The delights of my yearning heart appeared!
Out of illusion and detached nonsense,
Out of nothing but glorious energy,
Dreams came about thru a multitude of business!
The nonexistent possible
Came to be.

-jenn long

I Seek A True and A Living God

I seek a true and a living God.
I seek a true and a living God.
What if it's not the God of the Bible,
Or the God of the Qur’an?
What if it’s not Indra or Krishna,
Quetzalcoatl or Mithra or Thor?
I seek a true and a living God,
But I find the divine in you.

-jenn long

The Golden Fleece

I set out a fleece

And an allotted time.

I dared the universe

To lead me up,

Dared the Force of Love to find me,

Tempted the Fates to tell.

And sure enough,

The fleece is golden,

It’s mythic powers true,

And this morning,

It was wet.

 

-jenn long

Harmony Above the Din

You send your words,
And they ring true
Amid the din of noise.
Their warmth carries
The melody
While harmony upholds.
They take me gently
By the chin,
And turn my head
The other way.
My eyes open
To a sweet kiss
And treasures untold.

 

-jenn long

Sale's Pitch To The Baby

Ah, the sales pitch to the baby--
Benefits of why I moved his cheese.
His tears are diapered with petulant immaturity,
And all of them are soiled.

"But come, let us negotiate."
His eyes instantly start to mature.
"What is it that you want from me?
What do I want from you?"

There! The offer's been laid out.
He who speaks first now will lose.
But I am growing woody,
Like a robust, herbaceous tree.

Darn, the cheese is shaking
In the winds of vulnerability.
I'm trying not to make a sound,
But my leaves are beginning to chatter.

This will throw me in the losers' bracket,
Where I'll live perennially
Lactose intolerant,
If that's any consolation.

Wah. Wah. Wah!

The Stroke of Now

Let’s not wait til midnight!

Kiss me at the stroke of now!

Take my hand in yours and pull

Me closer to your soul.

Smile into my heart and laugh,

And peace will rumble strongly out,

And maybe we will have a little fun

Before the clock strikes “none.”

Anything wrong with that?

 

-jenn long