Memories are just a mirror of thought(s) of a past energy. The intangible essence – it penetrates.
It fleshes my soul like the interior doorways of my mind.
It finds me someplace in the night…someplace 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….in presence.
Sean Lennon asked my name – I respond, “Jen” (in my TX accent). He kept saying, “Wait..is it, Jen or Gin?” I respond, “Jennifer” ..he seemed curious and I could tell he was trying to hear me, and really hear me – and my accent. He asked again, “Gin?” I got really present with him and explain the way I may say my name may sound like Gin.. gathering my accent…Texans don’t annunciate the E and I differently. They are the same with Texans – “so, it’s like, Gin and Juice ” – I say. Sean’s response..”That’s hot…” It was a great New Year’s Eve. Happy 2019, Y’all!
When you are in flow with life’s currents….breathing is like a subtle wind breeze.
What is it that you are my mind’s eye presently? What is that water that needs a desert? You, the teacher…tell me what is the question I forgot to rescue?
The wonderment of the widow caresses ever so slightly the demised threat – the culture….
…Of the universe-soul (loneliness)….the embodiment of the empty foolish world….but, truth be told..isn’t language designed to help us understand the code…after all?
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