Archive for presence

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.

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Lennon and Gin…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , on January 5, 2019 by JenJuice

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!

Relentless Passion…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 15, 2018 by JenJuice

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Mind, Body, Spirit(ed)…

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

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Surreal Floetry…

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 10, 2018 by JenJuice

Present Presence

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on August 21, 2018 by JenJuice

When you are in flow with life’s currents….breathing is like a subtle wind breeze.21768972_10211341871157407_1950931177896352589_o

Found(ed). Restless…ly.

Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags , , , , , , , , on November 9, 2016 by JenJuice

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?