It’s evolution of DNA – the synchronicity of patterns is omniscient to what is. Find the way through the ocean. Not the memory.
Flow…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags belief, dna, flow, Love, ocean, Poetry, spirit, Truth on August 8, 2018 by JenJuicePresence (ball matters)
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Black sea, Bulgaria, dick, travel, Truth, wine, writing on August 1, 2018 by JenJuiceSitting in a hot spring with about 10 older Bulgarian-ish men amidst an open space in a town in Bulgaria. It wasn’t an all male hot spring…it was just that I was the only woman (often, I find myself in similar scenarios). The gentleman sitting next to me had a golden color with a thick Irish-Bulgarian-ish accent..he’s probably gearing 60 at least…but…muscles..and tan and in a quasi speedo…but, you know, held the old man balls in
check.
I sat there feeling the steam on my body and breathing in the presence of this immaculate
setting..mid-concrete…center of a hot spring in some place Bulgaria – I believe it was Varna..but,
it could be some place near there. What I do recall is the steam, and the man that had been in
prison for, like …something that I don’t remember but, it seemed absurd and probably a bit of untruth.
Nevertheless..the sulfur smell finally got to me and I realized I was soaking in dick soup and
decided to exit.
(Photo taken in 2016)
Commitment Diaries….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags acid, art, committed, committment, Diaries, drugs, erotica, flow, japanese, Life, lsd, Poetry, red, rope, surrealerotica on July 27, 2018 by JenJuiceMy mindset was always to be completely healthy before inviting another human in. And, it’s a process from where you are and your energy space.
I used to believe I wasn’t a commitment person cuz I didn’t know what that really meant. Every commitment (defined by society) I saw or marriage just seemed stale, stagnant and unhappy….and, I thought why would you choose to feel a force like that? Then I thought, I totally am a commitment person…I am committed to me.
Overdosed on Life….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Buddhism, drugs, heal, Life, loneliness, Love, love yourself, overdose, pain, Poetry, Truth, writing on July 24, 2018 by JenJuiceThe reason humans do drugs to the point of no return, the highest peak, the stable blue, the red line, the morphine drip that won’t sink the heavy line –
the reason any of us escape our pain with an overdose – is pain, sure, but that specific pain stems from loneliness.
So, what does loneliness mean? It’s OK to be alone. It’s not OK to be lonely. When we think we are separate from one another is the only time we feel lonely and afraid.
Build on that Love, ask yourself, what does Love mean?
No Separating. Love is US. The energy which made us.
Jen Again….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags choice, connected, current, flow, gratitude, growth, Love, meditation, ocean, Peace, Poetry, spirit, travel, water on July 20, 2018 by JenJuiceAgain and again and I sit in a different space, a different latitude, a different country..yet, it all looks the same. And, I quite find that nowhere I go can I ever change the ways look until I change the way I see them.
I travel miles away to feel…to release….to be fucking vulnerable. To cry. To let go. And, it all looks the same. I found I could never escape me. And, no matter how far I go physically the same me follows me..and the lesson is one thing. Love me. Love myself. Self love is a practice and it’s not taught…fucking love yourself. Love yourself hard and soft. Be your fucking number one. All else will follow…
Gratitude for the waves that hugged me today, I love you. Your flow teaches me all. The current is key….
Don’t fuck with the fire.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags fire, hello, irony, poems, Poetry, timetravel, wine, writing on July 11, 2018 by JenJuiceHow did I get right back where I started? The move faster than you are, then come back to where you are not, farther.
This is the flow….
The imperial doorway
And the trigger points
And, we all call fire.
You got me at first sight
And ….
So much fire.
So much you and me.
And now..the rest of it
Is measuring to top
The highest me I’ve ever
Braved to go and
Be.
When She Speaks… Listen.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags blackgrandma, brother, Death, emotions, grief, Love, Poetry on July 10, 2018 by JenJuiceSome days I’m so paralyzed in grief. The heavy fucking-hearted energy. Can’t breathe. My heart has a pain so profound I can’t even reach. Can barely move. Crying hysterically laughing and sobbing simultaneously. Write, I hear. Dance, I hear. So, I do.
Then I hear a YouTube commercial…”What you hongry fo….?”
My Universal voice is a black grandma, just like me.
Art refugee
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, Love, philosophy, poems, Poetry, Spiritual, writing on July 8, 2018 by JenJuiceArt is your eyes to see what will come.
Write Mind
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, essence, Italy, Poetry, purpose, write mind, writing on July 8, 2018 by JenJuiceIf your goal in life is to have a marriage and kids and retirement and you’ve accomplished them all – then what, death?
The record of what you do is more important than what you do.
The idea of paradise is in terms of peace of mind. The Italian Villa, the old typewriter to type, the wine cellar, the footed bathtub with a beachside view.
Paradise being the essence of breath and peculiarly the being of self. The love of self. The love of light. The love of God (God is the energy of the creator..the one-ness that connects us all). The beauty of the force of nature, we call self.
The bottomless wavering of creativity in the form of writing and dance. The sound mind of the sound mind coincides with the true nature of self.
Do you have the write mind? I do.
Jen Juice 