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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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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
dearest friend
you will be the one
dancing and singing
with the silent stillness
of pure joyous

~ 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:

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

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the way of ascension:

the foolish ones build towers that scrape the sky
intent on claiming the sun
but that particular stairway to heaven
is a song long out of tune
and only brings us further from Love

the light of Truth can only be found
beneath your feet
so please if you wish to hear the music of angels
learn to grow downward

~ jennifer sundeen, march 2015