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When The Drummers Were Women

when the drummers were Women
the people danced on a Sacred Stone
and all time merged
earth water fire air flowing in and out of the aether
form pouring itself into the formless 
and back again

a circle of Goddesses
or were they Pilgrims
banged their simple drums
stone on stone
and magic imbued in sound
gave birth to Love

my dear One
close your eyes
feel your Root
let Yourself be moved
listen to the rhythm of Your heart-drum
keeping time making music

You too know how Love yearns to sing
for the Sacred Stone
is the very Earth beneath You
and You
You are the Divine Musician
who has made it all

~jennifer sundeen, june 2014

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Waves

out of this sacred Love ocean
a wave arises
a thought
a reaction
an emotion
and seeking proper footing
it clamors toward solid ground

notice the infinite pattern
the great pull back towards Union
how it invariably returns to its Source
quietly merging with its Mother waters

this is it then:
to know Joy is to simultaneously
deeply submerge
and to sit upon the shore as the waves roll in
watching
and listening
and breathing

~ jennifer sundeen, july 2014

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Not Yet

a few moons ago
the stars tried to call me home
it was suppertime
and day had at last tucked beneath
his heavy black quilt

they sang out for me to join them
in their nightly feasting and dancing
i felt the gentle tug of temptation
and my heart took pause
for my ancient soul remembered the exaltation
of exploding into starlight
and the soaring freedom that comes
when form once again
dissolves into the formless

but i had not yet finished
this dear human waltz
there were more steps that needed learning
more spinning remained on my wheel
more colors and scents that needed discovering
indeed i still had not tasted
so much of Earth’s sweet abundance

so i rooted my feet deeply
and as dawn broke
the dried oak leaves shimmied in delight
and the dark pond smiled with knowing mystery
and the chickadees trilled their approval
and the crabapples blushed with joy
and the sun kissed my grateful mouth

and though i held the berries of bittersweet
the cold wind reminded me of the joy of Aliveness
whispering for me to play here as long as i could
for the stars would always be there waiting
and when the time was just right
they had a radiant sky dance
that they could not wait to show me


~ jennifer sundeen

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Answers

go ahead
ask the Universe
for what it is you really want

She will most likely grant it
so be sure to be specific
or it might not look quite as you imagined

Her answer will arrive
in the dancing leaves of the oak
in the knowing whisper of the rushes

in the lone feather of the hawk
in the opossum’s cautious stare
in the coyote’s chattering howl

in the snake coiled on the wooded path
in the proud flight of the great blue heron
in the glorious silence of the setting autumn sun

in fact She’s singing to you even now
can you hear Her?
or have you forgotten your heart has ears?

~ jennifer sundeen, september 2013

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Now

your greatest joy lies
where Now is born
inside of thought
underneath an ocean
of worry and fear
but to find it
you must merge with what Is
let the waves of being wash over you
let the current of life carry you

allow yourself to be breathed
become the noise
and the music
stand at the very place
where laughter and grief meet
jump into the center of the heartbeat
let a kiss devour you
let sunlight dissolve you

in each living moment
let your whole being become the moment
until you reach that place
where your inner and outer worlds
are no longer distinguishable
the center of the center
a space so expansive
a freedom so profound
a soul wide open

so that even when Chaos knocks sharply on your door
and insists on staying the night
and the sun flares its fiery tongues
and the planets spin in retrograde
you
dearest friend
you will be the one
dancing and singing
with the silent stillness
of pure joyous
Presence

~ jennifer sundeen, november 2013

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Earth Music

this one thing i know:

i am not long for this world
none of us are
these luminous Selves 
who dwell in dancing houses
of freckled skin and thinning hair
we are simply the in-breath
of this great breathing universe
and soon exhaled
a sweet contraction
before the expansive release

and this i know too:

today
the april wind walks beside me
and River is singing Her rapture of Springtime
and the yellow ribbon snakes
the beavers
the robins
the chickadees
the mourning doves
the shagbark hickory
the swaying aspen
the puddles of afternoon light
have all come to listen

i cannot imagine having missed
this divine earth music
the honeyed song of Now
because i was too busy worrying
because i was too busy planning
because i was too busy accomplishing
because i was afraid

~ jennifer sundeen, april 2014