jen 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

we leave ourselves disillusioned and drunken by cement walls and synthetic mirages, by ghostly reflections and shadows of infinity, by vibrating machinery and capitalistic smog, frightened of the very ground we walk upon, and when we find ourselves suddenly conscious on the broken waves of the shore, a terrifying trepidation overcomes us because we do recognize the sea, and we are blind to our descent beneath the glimmering waves of societal ignorance… what erroneous tales of power and affluence devoured our empathy? how could it be such that we are the ultimate creator of our own destruction? have we poisoned the very water we bathe in with whispers of a fabricated utopia? but we can sober ourselves from this intoxicating masquerade by furiously clawing at its foundation, and when we are successful, we will no longer fear the ground we walk upon, for we are once again met with the raw, vibrating electricity stemming from the soles of our feet to the crown of our heads, and when we inevitably return to what made us cower and turn away in the presence of boundless expanse, we do not know of apprehension, because now that we have met ourselves and the innumerable depths we embody, we can recognize the sea for all its dazzling potentiality

what does it mean to be alive?

can you see? can you see what we are made of? can you see yourself as you truly are? can you recognize yourself in the world around you? can you see who is sitting at the seat of navigation? can you see the raw nature of your being when you are still? can you see the inevitable entanglement of your life in the unfolding of the universe? can you see your soul in all of creation? can you see the world through unclouded eyes? but can you see without your eyes? can you see the vibrational nature of reality? can you see how intricately nature communicates? can you see beyond your physical body? can you see where you came from? can you see yourself in the formation of new stars? or in the mysteries of spacetime? or in the complexity of a black hole? can you see your life reflected in the patterns of the sea? or in the memory of water? or in the murmuration of birds? or in the branches of the trees? or even in the sky above you? can you see your emotions unwinding in the presence of sound? can you see how you are everywhere all at once? and can you see how inconceivably significant your existence is?

da fit yo

only then will you find yourself when you sink beneath the heart of everything you thought to be inconceivable, everything that exists between rational an irrational thought, how a a soft whistle weaving between the silence of the night can produce visions of a world previously unknown, a world that has the power to bind you to its core the first time you step outside your body… how dangerous it is to feel no weight at all, to have nothing tethering your spirit to the ground, to be surrounded with the energy of your source in every corner of the cosmos, to experience your soul in all of creation, and to be imbued with a knowledge of a mystifying presence, one that cannot be completely understood by human consciousness, resting its head on the intangible and scattering its secrets in the lush density of the earth, a medicine that can prove an intricate architect, one that can build a bridge to inject you with the force behind the birthing of new stars, centered at the essence of a snake and the soft wings of a moth, and when you find yourself standing in the garden crafted by the spider’s fractals and the dragonfly’s wings, a place that knows no time and operates through vibration, you will find where the core of the natural world cascades in its liquid hair, a place of both yin and yang, of abstract thought and mountains of ineffability, and you will meet the chemists and the alchemists that sit at the seat of exploration and harbor secrets only kept from those who cannot see, and i feel i am slipping further into this world every time i get the chance, and all i can do to keep my feet in the waking world is to fill myself with the wisdom of the most powerful explosion on earth, that being the energy of the timeless amazonia, gently kissing your cheeks with the warmth of the sun when you depart, a multilayered invitation which will leave you unable to deny the presence of an intimidating spiritual reality…

the fit today🌀🌬️♾️ hehe

the felt weight of being alive

weaving energy & traje marrón

rainy day slay

👁️ see how the fit is perceived

🗣️🗣️ THEY DO THE BUMP

so much fun 🌌♾️ #photographer #fineartist #photography

da mf fit 🫡🫡🫡

if your love is a botanical explosion, then my mind is a dusty herbarium, and together we coincide, conversing about the shape of our leaves and the changing of the tides, shedding our pollen and spreading our bodies across the moonlit sky, we float on, planting ourselves in fields of endless growth, redefining ourselves and sipping it like tea, so young that we’ll never grow old, like two kids tossing our boots into the morning sun, and you sitting there watching me as i teach you how to catch fallen stars, a language as simple as each other’s embrace, like two trains coming through the station at once, one of us on either side, entangling our hair and musically intertwined, your voice of a thousand pianos just to play one note, and the boundlessness of your soul, so expansive that it fits right on the tip of my tongue, the taste of your memory tattooed on my skin, enveloping the eternal darkness of infinite space, this space i find myself in that you now explore, like two alien creatures discovering how to be human, how to exist in physical separation but forever interconnected, and we walk until we reach the sky and sit on the edge of the world, reading every book in your library, recording every song that exudes your energy, bottling your tears and fusing them with ink, i paint your fluildity, observing you always in the light of the evening sun, our worlds so effortlessly combined, and this I am not mistaken. —The Invention of Us