Dear Self,

Remember that one time, you were biking up a huge hill and you just kept telling yourself, “Slow and steady, slow and steady, just keep pedaling slow and steady and you *will* make it!” And remember how you decided to adopt that mantra in your life to keep yourself focused and encouraged–even though so many times other people zoomed right past you making you doubt where you were in your process and progress toward your dreams?

Well, I just wanted to say thanks–for sticking it out, for not giving up. Because it isn’t all in vain. Because you are becoming. Because things are h a p p e n i n g.  Because I’m proud of you. ♥

Love,
Jenuine

~Jessieca Cervantes

You are the master and student.
You are everything and nothing.
And only you can bring yourself salvation.
Do not depend on a certain location, physical thing, or name to give that to you.
Freedom does not come from any future event or person whom you may meet.
The true place of liberty can only be entered through the N O W
~
be still.
~
B R E A T H E

~Jessieca Cervantes

As these words flow through thy ears, know that of which we are is much more than any description that is possible to hear, see, read, think, and even write. Feel the life in the body, the truth resides inside. Do you feel the vibe? Positive or negative state of mind, soak it in. Anything may have a way to either make us decay or be alive. Rhymes, buildings, relationships, etc. are created through the spark of inspiration. Oh… love has just came into attention. Essence asks of us to be aware to perform with quality is the intention. Focusing on our role which we take on this journey, whenever lost or locked on to our worry, remember we just forgot, labels and attachment obscured the connection with the Satori.
~ Lessons learned, knowledge gained, evolution is the concern, in the soul, wisdom has always remained.

~Jessieca Cervantes

Body breathes
Falling asleep
physical relief

ready or not

The unconscious mind
brings fear and sublime
awakened divine

we remember or we forgot

~Jessieca Cervantes

here and now this night
to share what i write

exert radiance

remembering advice
looking over notes twice

Clearing out conscience

standing in front of the mic
inhale then exhale the hype

face front, observe audience

adrenaline pumps me alive
open the mouth, ready, recite

~Jessieca Cervantes

O H . . .
This tree (:
and it’s leaves
look at it
without thinking, observe it be
B R E A T H E
Chemical free
Such tremendous beauty is possible to perceive
NATURE AND WE
are all connected in a way that is beyond any idea our human brain may conceive
however… ULTIMATELY it is up to these
eyes, ears, nose, mouth, body and state of mind
how one decides to recognize what is seen
it’s all about perspective see!
~
entwined within is everyone’s inner demon
identifying with form; attachment
it judges, blames, complains, fears, resists, holds grudges (and much more) about anything
does not care of what side it is in
because all it feeds on is self inflicted mental suffering
TODAY is still runs deep in the veins of our population distorting everything in the environment
O R I G I N A L S I N
~
another look at religion
we began in heaven
unaware of the joy given
The first bite of the apple from the green serpent
planted and nourished the knowledge of hell but learn to F O R G I V E
because N O W we know the difference
only in the here and now is when we ever make a decision
not in the past or in the future
but in that gap where our higher being moves and plays it dances and grooves through our body all the while
P E A C E
is placed and as it vibrates love emanates…
remember is our choice
hate or joy?

~Jessieca Cervantes

being hardly ever okay with the our story and it’s placement adds a low energy flow onto creation
notice that it brings unease through every choice taken
follows wherever we go whether it we stay here or a trip out of the nation
watch it as it spreads further through different heads and locations
we get hate and desires to have total domination
insane ideas to divide the people; segregation
contemplation
.

Constantly chasing
always trying to get somewhere
stressing, searching thy self in the clothes, hair, shoes we wear
See that this reality is fleeting, and there is much more to care for
because if we cant find fulfillment in these things that come and go, what are we to do?!
temporarily does it heal our blues
so understand this clue
move or just be
look at the truth, accept the lies and leave it behind
we expect too much and want more
than whats there in front of our face
hello human race, cant we see that all we need is right here?
.

feel that heart pump
compassion beats deeper than the blood that runs behind that chest
listen to the stillness underneath and between each breath
it’s beyond any name or title you may call it, I confess,
I’m in love with the highest vibration
this space i speak of, brings mind, body, and soul into a whole
realizes we are one
balanced.
Remember that all in essence is true divinity.

~Jessieca Cervantes

the letters matter but what about the space in between.
never have i seen
something so lively
it allows me to dance
and feel free
anything, busting, i must sing
out this song that I feel vibrating
withing my heart
I can hear my fingers start to reverberate words i have never used before
all along hovering over this keyboard
control, alt, delete.
think
what are the exact words that I want to say to thee?
OH! i can feel it screamin
if my heart had hands it be reachin out to the world
while staying even with it’s beat
where the fuck is that mic?!
I was out in the street tonight . . .
I want everyone to see that we are all F A M I L Y
smile (=
these words I leave behind.

~Jenuine

I walk across the schoolyard
kids chase each other
a smaller boy cries
“You’re cheating! You’re cheating!”
as he tries to keep up with
the bigger boys playing keep-away

I see this concrete “yard”
enclosed on all sides by
corridors of classrooms
The spaces between buildings
connected by tall fences

I look around at these faces
these children dressed in
uniform navy slacks and white shirts:
regulating colors leaves no room
for showing true colors

At another school I travel to
one with older kids
officers strut the grounds
watchin’ their six
keepin’ an eye on certain youth

I think about what these
kids are being trained for
where these youth are
being prepared to go

with all these fences and officers
are we preparing students for
college and productive lives or
are we just raising up inmates?

The school-to-prison pipeline
ain’t no joke
costs less to send a kid to college
but no one listens when someone’s makin’ a
profit off of prisoners

I’m here within this system
yet outside of it as well
I’m on this unrelenting
assembly line of No Child Left Behind
that conveys so many kids
straight into their own destruction

like Lucy and Ethel
I try to make a difference
helping as many as I can
but they just keep coming down the line:
broken
illiterate
angry
hurting
raging
terrified
aching
insecure

moving faster than I can work
not enough of us on the line
not enough of us can afford it here
we’re not making ends meet

but they just keep cranking kids through
and test scores bring funding
shiny banners hanging out front
maybe even a new animated billboard

teaching kids to pass tests
rather than to think and make decisions
life is not a multiple choice question
we don’t have the luxury of just filling in the blank

I look up from writing this
look out the window at kids
laughing, playing, running
around this concrete yard

and I wonder
just what the hell
are we preparing our children for?

~Jenuine

I would write love on my arms
in dripping ink
so that every time we embraced
a little would rub off on you

I would write love on my eyes
so that every time you looked into them
you would find love there
and you could rest for a moment

I would write love on my tongue
with a burning coal
branding it forever
so that each time I spoke
each word that flowed from my mouth
would have first been touched with love

I would write love all over the world
so that everywhere you looked
you could not escape
you could not hide
you could not be without it

and
I would write love on your arms
in permanent ink
tattoo it
over the scars
over the pin-striped pattern of pain
over the void
over the despair
over the echoing emptiness
and if it began to fade
I would write it again
until you believed
and again
until you felt
and again
until you loved
yourself