Archive for Poetry

Rendered in Presence.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , on March 8, 2019 by JenJuice

Memories 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.

But, you are enough…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , on December 24, 2018 by JenJuice

It’s tough to witness one commit slow suicide…over years. By way of heartbreak and the overallness of never feeling enough —is an epidemic. Not a symptom.

The underlying component of our programming is so embedded most do not see,..you/we are more than enough.

Eternally.

 

 

 

 

Word.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , on November 14, 2018 by JenJuice

Words are how all things are called into our life. If you don’t want them to manifest – don’t say them. Simple.

Straight Up…Jen

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on November 5, 2018 by JenJuice

I have been asked many of occasions if I’m Autistic. We all need a way to be described..right?

In fairness, I did teach myself to be a database expert (I’m till not quite sure what an expert is). I have one college course under my belt – Art History. I often say I’m the female version of Good Will Hunting…not far off…

The thing is energy of my thoughts travels fast. At times faster than my body can process, so I stumble over words and have to take a pause to visualize my words to align them in a way I can communicate my view. Writing has always been the way I can speak and that’s evolving…slowing down my thoughts with my movement (key).

See, we are all frequency. We are all energy. Society just hasn’t been used to communicating energy. It’s not autism – it’s the speed our mind travels. Our brains process information at lightning speed. The human brain has about 100 billion neurons each firing about 200 times per second. We all have a genius in us. Tap in.

Sin, the derelict.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , on October 18, 2018 by JenJuice

Sin or syn is essentially broken down from Greek to, “miss the mark”.

Who decides the placement of said mark? It’s an unattainable point line and speaking of the contrary in which words play…is in fact, who decides what each word means?

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My belief is not based on a transference of thought to another mind.

Recall, she said…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on October 16, 2018 by JenJuice

they use a lot more words now it seems..at least more cognizant…like the word, narrative. (in flavored teas)

I don’t recall using narrative in the 90s…nor from others…the words are words..and…you, see…

..must we want to expect from a dim light of reference? The light is the only way to walk, and not…last.
she said, it’s right.
and, I believe go forward.
In the everlance.
she brings birth
to the biggest life…and
her…
legs..they move toward the gathering of the all
she had of me.
The belief is always upward and onward…and if you stay in the same place…I gotta leave you…but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you(s).
Much love,
All of me.

Gratitude.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on October 14, 2018 by JenJuice

Each morning I awaken with gratitude.

Thank you, breath.
Thank you, heart.
Thank you, eyes,
Thank you, liver.
Thank you, pancreas.
Thank you, throat.
Thank you, arms.
Thank you, toes.
Thank you, love.
Thank you, light.
Thank you, trees.
Thank you, air.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

I walk away from my morning meditation like I just gave an Oscar speech.

Go on with your morning rituals.

Grounding. Intention. Creation.