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what you see here is not me. you are seeing little pockets or experiences that i have collected over the years, but not me. and perhaps i'm doing myself an injustice by trying to seperate myself as a single entity, as i am a part of everything. there are no boundaries. we are one in the same. mitakuye oyasin. but for the sake of sharing my world, i'll share some things about myself. i revel in the experience that everything is everything. pure being is my favorite pastime. time is completely irrelevant. i love life and am grateful for the experience of living. i am currently studying at the southwestern institute of healing arts. i'm an advocate of peace, equal rights, eating disorder awareness, personal growth, simple living, permaculture, deep ecology, sustainability, Spirit and Love -- among other things. i enjoy exploring the worlds of healing and spirituality (especially eastern and native american healing and spirituality). i find the mayans fascinating. part of my soul will forever be in santiago atitlan, guatemala. i am trying to be the change i want to see in the world. i am here to serve and heal others in love and compassion. i am here to make a difference in the world. soon enough, the world will change. i feel it happening even now. in me. in you. in we. we can't continue living in this way. i embrace and walk a concious, heart-centered way of life. i walk in beauty.Jai. Rejoice. Blessings. Love and Light.Jenna
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do you see the flowers?

Flower, thats what I call her, she wears a smile, sends her son for Starbucks and cigarettes while she weaves roses out of reeds -- or weeds-- depending on how you see them. Depending on how you see ...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:56:00 GMT

poemas a la madre

i saw the fabric of existence. it appeared, immaculate, in night's time, the dark hot void before me, a flash of light, brief candle, short thread of grandmother's burning white hair. a web, reflected...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:50:00 GMT

i read kerouac today. yumm.

Nothing makes sense  and why should it?  when reality is a nonsensical mess of perfect order.  Fuck. Shit. Reality  what we see  is not seen at all. It is the unseen screened by the manifestation ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 May 2009 07:24:00 GMT

love is smiling just to share it

Today, I had a man follow me all the way home on Baseline from about 40th St all the way to 35th Ave. When he stopped, he said immediately, "I'm not trying to stalk you, I promise. I'm a therapist, an...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 07:59:00 GMT

thoughts

Why is Pure Natural Awareness considered an Altered State of Consciousness?The human experience is that which is synthetic -- artificial, manufactured by human agency, by the mind alone. It is our mos...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Sep 2008 15:47:00 GMT

Heart of Everything

My feet are rooted to Earth     no matter where I stand;     I stand strong, solid, connected    deep in the core of humanity.My hands and crown ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 17:55:00 GMT

Revolution of Spirit

Revolution of Spirit thoughts from meditation: periodically in my life i fall asleep and i forget what IS life is just beginning  now and now and now and now and now  constantly bursting into bl...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 15:17:00 GMT

a confession

i want to carry you on my tongue like a prayer, say you until you become the echoing of my everydayness, never dulling against the whetting of my palate.i want to press you firmly against the roof ...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Aug 2008 15:11:00 GMT

Corporate Corporeality

Mangled manikins Splayed in a lurid array Made tenable the unattainable In graphic display Displayed pauciloquent And passive:     The Parceled piecemeal sale Of edible, beautiful Bit...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 13:39:00 GMT

Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto

He was the Earth. His skin was the color of Chile's sands. His hands were rough as a hide, folded like a gentleman's, indicative of the giving of Love. His lips were two twin tamales, leathery and we...
Posted by on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 09:59:00 GMT