Friday, February 23, 2024

 I’m so infatuated with the sky.

It’s like I never really saw it before,

And yet it’s the biggest thing in my life,

Maybe even the only thing I own.


This is my little patch of ground,

On 99 year lease from the government,

Unless a case for the domain becomes eminent, that is.


I plant the seeds for beans and mint,

Corn and basil,

And if I manage to live long enough, 

I’ll see the return.


But this is my sky!

Every inch of it!

No one can take it away from me!

My arms and hair fly up into it

When I dance.

I’m claiming it.

I plant the flag of my disposition 

Right in the apogee.


My flag is off-white,

But not quite a surrender, 

Not a desperate measure like abandonment , 

Or capitulation,

Just a retreat up into the blue,

So I can rest

And remember the answer 

To the question: Who am I?


But maybe this is how I can remember my true nature is imbued 

With the essential clarity and the enormous entirety 

Of the sky,

And maybe I can remain at peace with myself and others.


-jenn

Wednesday, February 7, 2024

 Being over the hill

Means something beautiful.

Now you have the chance to unlearn everything 

You struggled to know 

While you exerted yourself in climbing up.

None of that helps you, now, to coast 

Downward with grace.


Now, it will be best to let everything go to the dogs.


The only question is:

Do you go to the dogs gradually, 

Or all at once?


To answer that, 

Ask yourself another question: 

How fast do you want to begin 

To enjoy your life?


-jenn

 I called him up to see 

If he would like to go and have some tea

At a nice little place where there are palm trees 

Painted on the walls.


But he just wanted to FaceTime me

So he could show me

How he’d found a way

To change his own diapers.


Is nothing sacred, anymore,

Or has it become just like the days so long before,

That everything is?


-jenn

 People won’t resist the real you.

They can’t .

If your real heart is grumpy and gruff,

No matter what nice things you say,

People will stay away from you,

Unless they’re grumpy, too.


But if you’re truly kind at heart,

And smart enough to let it show

Through quiet ways 

So people know it’s true,


There will be nothing you can do

To keep everyone and everything 

From falling smackdab in love with you.


-jenn

 Sometimes I find feathers 

With words inscribed 

Between the lines,

Embedded in the designs,

Binary messages 

Of zeros and ones.


Truth can never hide for long.

It resides in the Fibonacci numerals,

The spirals that wind

From deep within the pine cone

Before it’s ever born.


One sided victories are never won,

Never ending battles beneath the sun

To hold what I can never keep,

What’s never been mine

And was never meant to be.


But maybe I can see my true power grow

From my own potentiality

Of the great fairness, gentleness, and humility

That lies inert, innate within me?


-jenn

Monday, January 22, 2024

 The Mysterious Sky!

I see it far on the horizon.

It bends around to float the clouds 

On the other side of earth.

It blends about me,

Allows the winds to blow my hair. 


It shines in the sun,

Completely still and reticent,

Icy blue and seemingly irrelevant,

But it’s touching you.

It’s touching me.


It disappears in the dark of night, 

Out of sight, and out of mind,

But it is never too far behind,

Never far away.

The Sky is here

Where it’s always been,

Listening in to the heartbeats of

Every human who’s ever lived,

Every animal,

Every thing that’s ever loved

Or been loved by the beautiful Sky.


It’s touching you.

It’s touching me,

Today.


-jenn

Beautiful JadeFace,

Who are you,

With your cypric-umber undertones?

Is it a mask you wear to cover your identity, 

Or is this statue a caricature of your strange personality?


The sound of your name falls up,

Makes snowflakes alter their hexagonal prisms,

Temporarily bends my heartstrings

To modulate the chorus my love sings to you.


But never mind this homage I speak,

Or these buds of baby pink tulips I bring 

To lay at your comely green stately feet.


You’re much too busy with bigger things, I see,


So I will turn and worship the sun,

Raise my holy hands to the cottonwood tree

That grows by the humble gray-water ditch,

That answers me by shivering its leaves in photosynthetic bliss.


I now blow a kiss to all the things that don’t exist,

And then to the few that do.

I blow a kiss to you, JadeFace,

And say a fond adieu to you,


In search of the next great artifact,

That proves to me that I’m not that, either.


But each and every time I return.

I regress to the place in my own mind,

Where the sun shone on me once,

And spoke my name,

Where the wind sang and my brain entrained ,

And I wonder why I ever bother to be sidetracked from

This incredible peaceful trance

Where love beats out in binaural trance tones

Directly deeeeeeply assuring me,

Straightaway to my heart and soul.


-jenn