Death, she whispered to me again….I remember saying I feel you close today. My body responded before it even happened.
I weeped.
I wasn’t quite sure why I did – until I got the news.
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Deaths and Rebirths.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, human, jeff grosso, Life, love letters, Poetry on March 31, 2020 by JenJuiceDopamine nation
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags breathe, dopamine, dopamine nation, first world problems, jenjuice, lockdown 2020, Poetry, reset, writing on March 30, 2020 by JenJuiceDelayed Gratification
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags delayed gratification, intention, Love, Peace, Poetry, understanding, writing on March 26, 2020 by JenJuiceAs I try to use the old frail holes to re-tack my tapestry on the wall – cuz it was an easy fix .
Easy fixes never seem to last.
Delayed gratification is your ally.
The place all flows with abundant beautiful intention.
The perfect hiding place.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags jenjuice, Poetry, revealing on January 14, 2020 by JenJuiceNo one would have looked for me there……
Perfect place to hide.
Refuge in Love.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Fear, Love, movement, poems, Poetry, refuge on September 9, 2019 by JenJuiceIn the comfort of fear
She sat
Unmotivated
And yet, controlled almost
Like a deer running from the gun smoke
Or maybe a pit stop some place between her kingdom
And the place she needs to see…
She reaps.
As the harvest comes…
So does she.
Take refuge in those who love you.
Creative S(ed)uction.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags cinematicart, dancer, dark matter, flow, flowetry, fluid alchemy, movement, Poetry, pole dancer on August 6, 2019 by JenJuice
The creativity is the s(ed)uction of the all of it – she would go, but not without resistance first.
Rendered in Presence.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, mindfulness, poem, Poetry, presence on March 8, 2019 by JenJuiceMemories are just a mirror of the thought of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.
It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.
It finds me some place in the night…some place I render all my walls hidden in a room of the unknown and to never really know – in all the worlds.
We all live.
Not just one.
There are pockets.
Even inside our own dreams –
Of our reflection.
Finding the only truth is…. presence.
