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I don’t half-ass life….
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Alan Watts, dance, flow, fluid alchemy, Love, philosophy, somatic healing, Truth on August 31, 2021 by JenJuiceGenius is the Body…
Posted in Jencerpts.., movement with tags dance, dancer, fluidalchemist, genius, jenjuice, movement, r&b, surreal erotica, thrasher on June 1, 2021 by JenJuiceLookin’ Out for #1
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, flow, movement, Poetry, surreal erotica on June 1, 2020 by JenJuiceFire.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags dance, I am legend, jenjuice, movement, Poetry, poetry motion, white zombie on May 31, 2020 by JenJuiceSpace in between Dark Matter…
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags balance, cinematicart, dance, dancer, dark matter, floetry, flow, higherground, magic, nonverbal, odesza, pole dancer, space, surreal on December 4, 2018 by JenJuice
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.
Be-Title-(wo)men(t).
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags black and white, breathe, dance, emotion, floetry, Her, introspection, mantra, mind travel, movement, poems, Poetry, segregated, self love, shadow on December 12, 2016 by JenJuice
Shadow
In a segregated moment of where I am and where I want to be…I find floating movements.
Reveal the floetry of where we be…it is and it’s not me..but it is..only me.
In the mind’s eye of how I see.
Dream foundations and lost time found somewhere between you and me.
Jen Juice 