I was raised in America,
Believing Freedom meant the power to choose.
Today I saw the bondage
Inherent in the constant choosing.
This or That
Up or Down
Good or Bad
Happy or Sad
The Ego always choosing its preferences,
Thinking one choice is better than another.
With every choice, another layer of self is created,
Each with layers of identity:
The one who made the choice, and
The one who lives with the consequences of the choice.
One choice endlessly leading to another choice,
Creating layer upon layer of self
Is choosing not to choose a choice?
Allowing life to unfold
According to Eternity’s design.
Pulled by the brightest Light, wherever it may lead, and
Letting go of the constant need to choose
Takes away the game from the ego.
Realizing fully the light inherent everywhere
Realizing there really is no choice
There is only the play of light.
Relinquishing the illusion of control provided by choice,
Power uses us to reveal the direction
And we use power to follow through.
In the end the only reality is eternal Light,
Shining, whether or not we choose to see.
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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
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
I am nobody, now here … or is it no where?
Watching the world
is like looking
through a kaleidoscope:
Beautiful, intricate patterns of Light
with every turn of the wheel.
I am those patterns,
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
(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.
the bliss returns–
All that I see is shining, glowing
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.
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
Like stars, we shinefor anyone who wants to look.
Progress – our own or that of others –
is none of our business.
Our job is simply to Shine.
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)
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,
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
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