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Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags art, Love, philosophy, poems, Poetry, Spiritual, writing on July 8, 2018 by JenJuiceHigh Vibrations
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Buddhism, high vibrations, Poetry, Spiritual, Taoism, Truth on July 2, 2018 by JenJuiceIf you ever find yourself moving faster than most, yet even still…then, you find your-self in the high life.
Ego is the Untrue self.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags angkor wat, Buddhism, ego, Poetry, Spiritual, Truth on June 8, 2018 by JenJuiceWe are a self-contained apparatus which is also known as ego. In essence, vessels. Finding truth in what is means letting go of this concept entirely.
Quasi meaning.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Death, emotions, Meaning, philosophy, Poetry, Spiritual, thought, writing on May 7, 2018 by JenJuiceI quite often wonder why people say “I’m sorry.” when someone close to a person passes away. I’ve become more inquisitive of these two words the more death has become a close friend of mine. I’ve pondered why not just say “My apologies” for your condolences. It is just that more visible of the awkwardness this response is. So, I began to ask people what they are sorry for or why do they say those words aside training. More times than not I would get the tale old answer, “because I was taught…”. So, what happens when you question your canned responses to life…then what?
Algorithm.
Posted in Jencerpts.. with tags Love, Poetry, Spiritual on June 5, 2011 by JenJuiceSometimes people equate sex with that connection when they don’t connect at all
Just a lack of a lullaby that I can’t forget
won’t let it –
Some thrive on the mind and soul that is sound asleep
No notoriety – no outlet.
Don’t you all know that everything is temporary…
even that little moment we strive to fill the moments
That, if lucky, we find someone to complete that moment rather than fill.
I want to feel that moment
The interlude to a song that I write with the dance we silhouette through the moonlight
Stakes high at range..and yet,
Love that no one can abide or escape –
like a stranger in the night
It takes flight
It gives heat….
As the fallacy of permanence is resurrected
With the media
And the fearful that can’t face their right
To be wondrous
And see
Set free
So true – the moment
Is here
To be
with you…..
Jen Juice 