Poems by Jenda Sanchez
Here’s the Deal
Life’s secret arrangement
to choose the life lived
to not forsake what is given
between the pain
and the pleasure—
the pitfall of delusion—
is to learn to love;
Not love to gain.
The optical of illusion
see the duality of nature
in your soul.
Do you not recognize
the Me in You, the I in Us,
the Them in We?
Release the struggle
to swim against the current and
listen to the downfall of
one’s own discouragement.
Turn around, don’t look down
the world’s inside you not
outside your grasp
of comprehension.
It’s the sensation of separation
that has you confused
about the fall and the fallen.
The coin may toss
but the outcome remains the same.
There’s a chance you may gain
for with the right insight
even a loss has its up side.
Do not forsake what’s given!
Falling Out of Love
Shall I fall out of love with thee?
Close the window, shut out the moon
and forget the kiss we lived our lives for?
Am I not to sip from your cup as you never spill a drop of me;
never feel your presence within mine nor be the one you adore?
Shall I turn my back when you come to bed at that early hour of three
to make love and forget the touch of spirit on body
nor call out your name, never know what you are made of
or how the sea water begs at the pearl to to let him break her shell?
And the passion of the Lily; am I to fall out of love
with the need of some wild darling at night in the willow’s breeze
embracing the one wind of breath we shared to find true destiny?
Shall I fall out of love with the way the bee sucks at the center
of the flower like you to me, and never listen to you moan as I
lift my roots up to your need when our souls ignited the sun’s rays?
Am I to fall out of love with thee and the sound of synchronicity
or that way you seduced me into your magical world of endless time-space
and the way our hearts fell into rhythm to the inner secret?
No, my love, I shall never stop loving thee!
or the timeless wavelength of our beat…
the travels you took me on across the sky to the bridge at twilight…
or the mountains we climbed to see sights that stopped our breath
of the moments we shared in a place we will never meet again
or the gods we were as I opened my soul to you and you climbed in
or the ocean of love between us that shall never rise and fall again
with the moon’s whim
or the blood you put in my heart or the way I touched your marrow…
I shall go on loving thee and never forget
how to love or the way you taught me to move
the earth beneath my feet as I swoon around nature
or the creation of life I gave to your daughters…
No, my love, I shall never stop loving thee…
I shall remember the feeling and let love crash my heart into another…
I cry
I cry too much and all I see
blurred images of you and me
of how it as when we were young
journeys traveled; victories won…
challenges overcome.
I cry too much for all the ills
the world endures and I do too
for all the hungry mother’s
starving babies and toy-less brothers
of war and degradation
oppression and segregation.
Someone show me where hell ends
so I can find heaven again.
To cross the line from hell to heaven
I’ll heal the world and all its vice
disperse the darkness not of the night
but in the day and makes us pay
and comes foreboding
with its evil intentions & temptation of atrocities.
I can free the people of suffering minds;
anguished hearts, split philosophies, broken lines,
and align souls to the unity of hearts
into a new dimension of tranquility.
If I ride the sun I can
harness its energy to end disease
and death becomes transcendency.
But I cry too much and all I see
how the devil took over me.
You fell asleep looking for me
when my love waned and I left your side.
The sky fell and the moon died;
all of nature came under a spell
cast by me unknowingly.
Grieved and mourned, I buried my soul.
Someone take me to the end of hell.
My backs on fire, I cannot break this spell.
I cry too much and all I see
blurred visions of a world the way it ought be.
© copyright Jenda Lovely Lady
