Wax and Wick


Wax and wick
Smoke and flame
Swirl within the glass
Nearing the end
The work is complete

Blue and white-gold
Dancing; flashes of orange-red
From seen to unseen to seen
So goes the flow
of Light and power

Love is the One Power
Love is the Law
Appearances fade
like wax burned away
Only the Divine remains


~jenna sundell  7/10/13



I am nobody
Although sometimes because of the
things Eternity does through me,
People think I am Somebody.

Being Somebody is hard.
All the ideas, concepts, and expectations
pushed upon me from outside, and
if I believe for even a second that
I am Somebody,
Those ideas, concepts, and expectations
lock me inside a tiny box.

Inside this box, it’s hard to move,
And even worse, it’s hard to hear
the sweet sound of Eternity.

Fortunately, deep down, I know
I am nobody.

Being nobody, I am free.
Free to dance and play in Light.
Free to follow Eternity wherever
She may lead through
Infinite Awareness.

I am nobody, now here … or is it no where?


Gazing Through Your Window


Gazing through your window, I watch you move
Swift and precise as I walk alone
On a dark street.  I want to reach up
To touch you, assure myself of solidity
But we are worlds apart and where I live
Nothing is solid and nothing is certain
Except the light that always breaks
Through the darkest shadows.

In the center of each cell
I feel the energy, the light
of Enlightenment
(Rama revealed to me)
Such ecstacy, such bliss
Within my being.  Soft, clear, pristine
It is everything.

My focus often strays to that
which is without,
And I feel the torrent
of sorrow and pain like lashes
From a leather whip.
Turning inward,
the bliss returns–
All that I see is shining, glowing
with light.

Wavering between two states
I become confused,
And wish to escape from myself,
All the while knowing
Freedom is at hand,
If I have the courage to pay the price.


~jenna   9/1995

Haiku for George

for me, one death (even of a fish) always brings remembrances of other deaths. Last night as I contemplated death and loss, a haiku came to me:
George, blue fish swimming
Here once, now gone, love remains
Joy having known you






We swam to the heart
of the Goddess, Mother of All
In the Cathedral
of Love bathed in golden twilight
We watched the world melt


We walked along arteries and veins
Red Giants towering above
Powder soft sand of the Garden
We dissolved in the Landscape and
Found stillness in the movement of wind


Ravens guided our journey
Into mysteries of Renewal
Old perceptions fell away
like flowers done blooming
We sat sheltered from the sun by Her arm
As a view through Skyline
Infused us with quiet power

Beneath the midnight sky
Washed with the full moon’s light
She welcomed us in the temple of her Eye
Where we sat as pupil
Looking through ten thousand dimensions of Light

Turret became a door into another world
Hidden by a vertical lake – perfectly still
Mirror-like it shone silver reflecting back
This unreal dream

As the sun reached its zenith
We climbed stair and hill and rock
Pulling ourselves up by our fingers
We emerged from Her womb

(We in Her and She in us)


~jenna sundell

Song of Sweet Nirvana



I have arrived,

Yet I never left.

    ~ or is it ~

IT has arrived,

Yet IT never left.


I or IT or THAT ~ all the same

There is no coming or going

Endless … Beginingless


The last vestiges of the ego fall away,

naturally, effortlessly

Only a shadow of self remains;

Just enough to interact in the world

And shine upon the Path.


Sunlight streaming through trees

Wind blowing over the seas

I have arrived,

Yet I never left.


~jenna sundell 9/16/2010

Spring Equinox 2012

A million diamonds sparkled the sky
Steady air streams pushed us into the wash
We sat, on solid earth next to creaking brush
And unseen things creeping by, curious
     of our little group of pilgrims

We sat, some eyes open, others closed
The gale intensified, holding our backs up straight
Desert power peeled away layers of the world
Sand swirling round and
Suddenly dropping to the cold, yielding ground

We sat, absorbed in silence; we chose to hold
The wind did its work, polishing rough edges
Dissolving ego and rock and tree
Peace permeated every cell and
Spread like Spring’s sweet scent
With a smile, we rose
Meditation cushions packed away
We marched into the howling tempest
And watched stars disappear into cloud-covered night

We sat, in morning light, the mountain ridge filled with white
Sun and rain fell from the sky
Nature’s prism splitting colors, stretching from snow to desert floor –
A final gift for all who came to see more

                                                      ~jenna sundell 3/24/2012

Reaching for Enlightenment (a poem for Rama)

I wrote this for Rama, and after his death in 1998, I posted it on www.Ramalila.com where students were finding each other. Lynne found my poem and then me, and we discovered we were neighbors. We quickly became friends, and from that friendship, Dharma Center was born.


The ethereal being
In the ocean of your eyes
Drowns me in the sunshine of love,
Yet it is not the form
That I love,
But the essence.

I reach out to touch you,
But you slip between my fingers
Like a ripple on a pond,
Cascading over me,
Softly, gently –
Whispering through me
Like a cool summer’s breeze.

In the silence of my mind
You shatter the darkness,
Fierce and brilliant
Like sunrise in the desert,
Glowing gold and red
Across a silent indigo night.

I see you as I walk alone
In the blooming of a rose
And in the delicate drop of dew
That lies in rest upon its velvet petals.

I feel you as the sunshine
Pouring down from the heavens,
And I sit with open hands
Beneath the blazing flame –
But the endless rays cannot be contained
By the limits of my form.

In the evening sky,
I watch you as a shooting star,
And passion propels me
Like a river rushing to the sea
To unite with the light of that star,
As it burns its form
To reveal the essence
That I love.