(Luckily) There are no shortcuts on your path or mine

Your path is yours

And mine is mine

And no one can walk yours for you

Nor mine for me

We will all probably get muddy

But to tiptoe around it will be the long way

The wrong way for you

And the wrong way for me

But tho our earthy trails will get us dirty

They will heal us

If we let them

Our true paths will deepen our stillness 

And our humility

Our gentleness 

And our correctness 

And in this innocent accepting state

May we all find ourselves detached from our troubles

And awash with joy 

-jenn

 Do the Sun and moon rise because of the pure desires

That the people all over the earth have?

Together we secretly long for the good of the universe and this planet where we reside?

And yet do the illusions we wear that veil

The true desires of our hearts,

Illusions woven together with webs of confusion,

Keep us apart,

And make it seem

That we as a people, as human beings, have separate dreams and goals?

Or can we hide

The glory that burns unveiled in our hearts of hearts?

-jenn

 There is a saying from the airlines,

Put on your own oxygen mask first.”

And in the air that’s very true,

But sometimes we are on the ground.

And sometimes we only use that slang

To justify our self-absorption,

And indulge ourselves to be a dick.

But that’s only sometimes, 

Isn’t it?

But other times maybe it is only up to us

To find the seeds of agreement inherent in any opposition,

And plant them,

Watch them sprout,

Then build on contentment and bloom no matter what others around us are doing.

It’s easy to say and hard to do.

But it’s worth it.

Isn’t it?

-jenn

 I make no apologies for going to bed

While the sun is still trying to set

Because I have a dog and a cat

Who both have beat me to the mat to have their naps

Maybe it is natural to rest

At sunset 

And feel the deep stillness thot exists 

When the apparent crossing o’er the sky 

Has quit for the day

Later I will rise again with the moon

And play my harp and spoons with it awhile 

Until I get a solid smile from the man therein

And then I’ll go back and recline upon my mat

If I can find any room between my dog and my cat

Who both have stretched out in deep sleep for the rest of the night 

-jenn

 Do I have need for luxury or recognition?

Do you?

But does this just depend on what each individual’s definition is 

Of luxury and recognition?

And might there be a universal line 

Drawn in the sand for each one of us,

That defines where those boundaries exist?

And yet, for each of us,

It may be called by the same name:

“Too Far.”

jenn

 My Birddog dreams at night.

The desires of her heart unfold,

And she is running,

Not through streets of gold,

But through the fields where alfalfa and clover grow.

She is tracking dove and quail

And pheasant,

The holy grail for birddogs.

And it is just as manifest to her.

Her heart rate rises,

And her muscles twitch with glee

As she sees whatever it it she longs to see in her dreams.

I’ve heard there may be One who never denies a loving entreaty.

And so why not?

I would be wise to start my dreaming

To uncover the true desires of my heart.

❤️ 

-jenn 

 We take our vows

I won’t do it to you

If you won’t do it to me

Undo send button on the texting machine

Editing

Of previous posts 

To make it seem 

Like someone agreed to something obscene 

It’s a good thing we have figured out how

To unsend actual conversations from midair

But maybe there is more to it than there seems

Maybe the old adage

Way old—-> before phones of any kind

Think before we speak 

Deserves another round of applause 

It’s time has not come and gone

Quite yet 😂

-jenn