It’s coming…


IMG_5736oh my god…
the joy of it all.
life unfolding
from the depths of Fall.
i could bear it this year,
the gray, wet, and cold…
and rejoice in knowing the sun is always gold.
if i crumble with the weather, too hot or too cold… what would happen in chaos, how would i be in death, or growing old?
i am ready for the comfort of what warmth and flowers can bring… and humbled with the knowing that this too will be ending.


IMG_5611I would
read a million books,
listen to a thousand songs,
to learn just one truth, of why I was born.

I would ride every road, and sail every sea,
just to discover the essence inside of me.

And that’s what I’ll do, to make sense of it all…
that’s how I’ll survive…
I’ll read and write, ride and sail…
Let my mystery soul unveil!

Into the unknown certainty…
Into love’s wisdom, I roam.
Answers will be forthcoming…
The path to everywhere leads home.


The Cycle

IMG_6061And Winter whispered unto Spring
“Breathe in Breathe out, you are Awakening”
Nurture, celebrate… open, and initiate
Let your mind, body, and spirit Create!

And Spring spoke unto Summer
“Grow and thrive… Love one another”
Your power and strength have just begun
It’s time to wave the tapestry you’ve spun!

And Summer sang unto the Fall,
Sending billows of love, into it all…
The many colors you wear, the trophies in your hair,
connect now to the Earth, and celebrate your birth.

And Fall fainted unto Winter,
watching her glories of life as they wither.
Time to subdue, let your Spirit undo
For the cycle of Life must die to renew.


It’s groovy…

compasssometimes… i like to wrap all up
cozy, on the couch
cup of tea, favorite show
nestled in my house.
i’m tempted to stay
safe and sound
warm and bound
no duties
just behave
don’t rock the boat,
don’t make a wave
play it safe
the world will wait

but it doesn’t
it can’t
it won’t
it shan’t

we are born to live
a journey
past the comfort zone
rattling cages
stirring the soup
climbing the mountains
of our soul

we’re going beyond
to go within
looking to astound
the secrets hidden.
it’s groovy cuz, the couch will wait.


Be good anyway…

IMG_2073-2I used to imagine

if I was a good girl
that everything would be
all right.

Then I learned that

good, and everything
and all right
don’t mean anything at all.

I used to think
if the world was calm
and peaceful and nice
that Life would be easy… normal.

Then I learned that
calm and nice
easy and normal,
really don’t mean anything at all.

I used to believe
if people liked me and I pleased them,
that I would be safe
and someone would discover me… make me famous.

Then I learned that
that liking
and pleasing,
and fame
really don’t mean anything at all.


Be Still…


to be the drop and the ocean
the grain and the shore
to hold the breeze and the hurricane
to love the eye and the storm

how do i know myself, and know the world
can i be true to it all
what is the juicy secret?
do the boundaries dissolve?

it is the space between the notes
that creates the groove itself…
the night between the stars
that allows the shimmering wealth.

it is the pause amidst the waves
that gives the surfer the thrill
of riding the relentless and certain swell
life is breathing… be still.

Hold On…


How do you hold on to yourself
and let go with another?
Finding your center
While releasing your tether…
Spinning and pleasing,
Twirling and teasing
Not knowing what’s real,
Not clear how you feel.
The game will go on
Until the curtain is drawn.
How do you hold on to another
and let go of yourself?
Finding the center
Putting fears on the shelf…
Listening and learning,
Hurting and yearning
Not wanting to blame
Not daring to name
The game that goes on
Until the curtain is drawn.
Hold on… or hold…
Let go… or let…
Trust that the wholeness and beauty,
of Love will connect.
Jen of the Sun