Love for the Eucharist 
1 Cor 13: 4-7

Love tunes sounds, the speech, the conduit.
Beyond the mountains , She paints me.
Love calls forever into now.
She never ends, She is the Sound. 

The shape of Love is eternal, 
Displaying that which cannot die. 
It is the Bread that it was broken,
Heavily soaked in divine Wine. 

It is the body of the Slain
On the night when He washed feet. 
Love’s the ingredient of service, 
The vivid liquid inside me. 

I have seen Him breaking bread. 
I have seen Him pour the wine. 
His body stretched around the table
Calling all Creation to partake. 

The frequency of this great Love 
Has seeped through all the realms;
Where God has impregnated every child
To bear the law of sacrifice. 

“Invest in the eternal” - He told me,
“In patience, kindness and the truth,
And your dear shape will come apart
To merge with Me and with the group.”

Indeed, my voice recalls for fields beyond my reach. 
My time leaves me, the others join my deep. 
Together we take shape of an unknown pursuit,
In need and passion for the Eucharist. 

“Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. “ 



This meditative poem is pulled out of the spiritual realm meant to soak, sooth and bask the listener in the Word. 
It is peaceful, revelatory and divine. 
It will give you access to the inner world of ultimate love.
Let yourself be loved by the lyrics and the sound. 

I do not own the copyright to the background music


For the video recording of this poem, visit the YouTube page: 

https://youtu.be/S3wIQ1hwRPI

Love for the Eucharist - Spoken Word - Poetry

This poem was written in a moment when I doubted the understanding of my poetry. 

I thought my spoken word is too symbolic, compare to other poems already released out there. I saw the woman at the well, among judgements and unworthiness. 

But I soon realised that every word has a signature, that every heart is heard and every voice is seen. 

I love to listen to this poem because I recognise the vulnerability and purity of every poet that releases their heart to the audience. It’s pure, it’s beautiful. 

I hope you will enjoy it too 🙌

The Mountain of my Belief - Spoken Word, Poetry, Meditation, Sp

- ISHA - WOMEN - 

The oil of her BEAUTY
is dripping in abundance. 
The face of her GLORY
is lightening the hardest 
of the HEARTS, 
into a soft and loving KIND 
of being , named MAN-KIND.

She is divine!
and all the eyes reflect her KIND...ness
that protrudes outside her BEING.
The skin that covers all her BEAUTY
Has been woven into WORDING
of the Fatherly DESIRES. 

She has been spoken from the centuries AFAR. 
Her name is known and it is GRAND
to even angels, heaven and the LAND
where she was born to make her MARK. 

I cannot CHANT for more of her EXISTENCE
because her breath has the Creator’s TRACES.
Into the DNA of her self-BEING
lives light and the abundance of the GLORY.

How to not call her by the name?! 

Oh WOMEN, you have BEEN created
to bear life, and life ABUNDANT; 
to call forth the joys from our FUTURE 
and  to rest us peacefully to BOSOM. 

I am undone to see the beauty of a WOMEN;
to see the eyes of YHWH’s DAUGHTER;
to feel the belly of CREATION
as she is bearing our CHILDREN!

I thank you for existing dear ISHA!
I praise you high on wings of ANGELS;
because your name is worthy of the BLESSINGS
of all mankind and all the HEAVENS.



Eve - ISHA - WOMEN

Eve's second name, אִשָּׁה (isha) (Gen. 2:23), means "woman" in Hebrew. Generally, it is considered to be the feminine form of the Hebrew word for "man", אִיש (ish).

God taught Adam the living alphabet; He called Adam “ish”, meaning “man or husband”. 
When Adam saw the amazing creature that came out of him, he called her “ISHA”. Her name represented the frequency of the spoken word. 

ISHA (women) has a HEY letter at the end, which means REVELATION. 

Adam saw something beautiful revealed before his eyes, something unveiled and enlightened. The letter HEY at the end of the word, allows it to be “fruitful” and “reproductive”.

ISHA is originating with the Hebrew חַוָּה (Chavah/Havah – chavah, to breathe, and chayah, to live, or to give life). 

Hava is also part of God’s Name YHVH and it means “the self existent one”.

The traditional meaning of Eve is life or "living". It can also mean full of life and mother of life.

The meaning of ISHA is 'ruler, ruling goddess, the one who protects'. 

Although the woman has been seen in different lights throughout history, we cannot deny that her origin is divine and eternal. Her existence has been created to bear life by being life itself. 



I do not own the copyright of the background music.


For the video recording of this poem, visit my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY 

https://youtu.be/HOPP9y7GFJc

ISHA - The Woman - Poetry, Spoken Word, Love

Pursuing the strands of your Light,
the rays that hold Creation tight.

I’m holding to the notes of your tongue,
to the thoughts that create realms,
that penetrate the essence of me.

For I am woven into glee,
the joy that comes from Thee, 
my Lord.

Your reign brings happiness
into the cloth of myself,
into the tears of my flesh.

Surrounded by wings
of beings I can’t see,
I ~trust in faith~ you spoken me.

We pray in daylight and at night 
about the fabric of this realm
to mutilate the matrix of Mammon.

Don’t cry in the dark,
don’t hold under your wing the night.
Don’t oppress the rays of light
with your distorted “malade” sight. 

The air you gasp, 
the warmth of your soft skin
is given by a Master that has lived
under the same horizon, just like you;
to bring your faith into impossible.

Let go of all the rags that dust your face;
discard the feelings of the ape
that wants and needs to understand
the meaning of this life.

You are birthed on Cross of Lords!
Your death has died , 
to be no more
the meaning of your end and desperation,
neither the song of your creation.

Your breath is given in eternal!
It is not mortal or unwholesome
but it’s pure and holds the pillars
of the all earth and all the heavens.

You think that all you need 
are things that only you can see?!
When Father has provided to us all 
the jar of alabaster oil. 

Don’t speak and sweat the needs of death,
but hold your palms as 
a basket
for Father to pour in
the grains of bread
and oil you with the flood 
of the Claret.

For your provision is from from He,
who made and birthed the energy,
that flows and rains upon the sons
that ~ trust in faith ~ 
and in themselves. 

So bring your chin 
above your sight
en-light the Chamber of your Heart
and live the life as you have got
the mount of fullness
inside out. 





The power of our Father is unmeasurable. 
With a single thought, move or sound He can create realities we can bearly phantom. 

And thanks to Yeshua we are becoming more and more aware of how Father thinks and reigns over all. 

This poem is woven around PROVISION. 


Some time ago, I went in a group encounter with my friends and I took part of something truly beautiful. 
It was the night before Passover and I was standing before a door of an Israelite family, in Egypt.

The door had the blood of the lamb on the posts and inside the house, the family was feasting on an abundant dinner. 

Before the door, beings of all Kingdom were bringing food offerings and the goodness of nature. Baskets full of grains, flowers, fruits and vegetables, gold, minerals and much more.

In the end, the offerings were given to me, the Son of God. 


When a saint prayed over me the other day, the Father took me to the day before Passover. He brought to my mind the truth that all that I am is the I AM: for Him, through Him and with Him. All that I need is Him; my provision is in me, it is ME. 

So ~ TRUST IN FAITH ~ is a reminder that we do not lack anything, and anything that brings lack into our reasoning is not of Him or of us. That very thing has died on the Cross and from the death of Yeshua, we receive our life. 
We are who He is. 


Background Music - instrumental sample ( I do not own the copyright to the musical piece)

If you wish to see the video compilation for this poem, visit my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY

https://youtu.be/TYhJBAMP5wE

TRUST IN FAITH  - Poetry, Spoken Word

The Cross is up touching the Heavens
The sun is dark, the moon is late
The clouds have disappeared inside the present
And Earth and heaven become One.
A crossed wood is soaking in your wounds
The nails cry out holding your flesh
Your split life shows a veil uncovered 
It is your heart that you behold for they.
And now, with your last breath, you break your soul.
The earthly core that kept your veins alive.
With every tear, the veil is torn
And a new view appears on sight. 
There is no joy, there is no wedding
It’s only mourning of the tearing hearts
Because they see what mankind ripped apart
On this tall cross that came alive. 
Oh Lord, my heart is breaking!
You ask me to go back to this stale moment
Of broken body and blood gushing
As a remembrance of our Atonement. 
You said is done! It is so finished!
Nothing can can sow back the veil of separation
But here I am incaged in churchy building
With bread and wine I am partaking. 
The man on stage is weeping Mary
We’ve crucified you yet again.
You died for us so we can live in Heaven.
So we can meet our Fatherly perfected love.
How can this make me feel a better person? 
How can I watch the Cross again
Where your sweet body is my bread
And your sweet blood becomes my wine. 
I’ve tried to do it, Lord, with open heart
I tried to leave the guilt behind 
But no, I can’t! I cannot throw another lash
I cannot open your sweet flesh. 
So please, come tell me what this means?
Why do I need to keep remembering 
That we are sinners and you died for me
Cause this brings only pain and no recovering. 
“WE DIED TOGETHER!” You shout out.
OUR FLESH WAS OPEN ON THE CROSS
NO NEED TO FEEL A GUILT OUTSIDE THE HEAVEN
BECAUSE WE BOTH WERE CRUCIFIED. 
And all makes sense, I’m not remembering what we have done to you
But I’m remembering how we became alive.
We died and resurrected in a body
It is not ME or YOU by veil apart.
YOU DIDN’T DO IT TO MYSELF, MY BRIDE, I DIDN’T DO IT JUST FOR YOU
BUT OUR LIFE WAS CRUCIFIED, 
AND OUR LIFE BECAME ALIVE.
SO LOOK AT US TOUCHING THE SKY
AND GIVING OUR LAST BREATH INTO HEAVEN
BECAUSE IS US WHO LIVES FOREVER
IT’S US WHO FEAST ON BREAD AND WINE! 





Colossians 1:22
yet He has now reconciled you in His fleshly body through death, in order to present you before Him holy and blameless and beyond reproach—

Romans 5:10
For if while we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life.

John 15:13
Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.


We often preach the Good Friday Cross with so much sadness but we rejoice in song about the Resurrection Sunday.

This message brought so much pain and guilt in my heart, over the years. In the end the Cross became for me a stumbling block to my freedom in life. 

Until my Yeshua showed me how the Cross is our moment of victory.

It is the Cross that gives me a new life, it is the last breath given by Yeshua that ignites the beating of my new heart. What a joy to see the Cross, and never again a burden! Amen


I had the privilege to collaborate with British Music Producer , Rob Townley, for the background music called “Starbug”

The Cross-  My Resurrection - Poetry

Be still
I have prepared for you
The quietness of heart.
It has been spoken in my mind
When I gave birth to your kind life.
In this stillness I will dwell
When you come forth to find me, child.
I’ll wait for you and I’ll stay still
So you don’t feel estranged and scared. 

Be still
The angels are asleep,
The Heavenlies are deep
Immersed in quiet light;
It is the perfect time for you and I. 
I have emptied all the space
For you to come and find the rest
That I have sang it like a song,
A lullaby for tired blood. 

Be still
And know me, I AM GOD!
I have reduced the quiet lamb
To sacrifice, because I knew I’ll find
You, My sweet child!
The rest prepared in Righteousness 
Has been offered by the Christ
When He was still, on Woden Cross; 
That it is where it all began.

Be still. 
The stillness of my rivers will endure
The rush of motion in your core. 
They will speak to you and they will call
The peace,  to rest in lively soul. 
A thousand eyes created in your heart
Will stay so hidden and afar
From all the images that cry
For the Creation artificial light. 

Be still.
I’m here with you.
My words are spirit and the truth
That speaks the peace into your storm.
I’m Father, Son and Holy Ghost!
I’ll wipe my tears so you don’t see
How much I want you here with me.
And I’ll call you again to be so still
Because in stillness you’ll see me. 


“Be Still…” 
is a call from our Father into tranquility.

For God so loves the world that He has reduced everything to stillness, so we can step without fear in the chamber of intimacy with Him.

This is a poem birthed to meditate, to rest and to move into the tranquility of our consciousness where we can become aware of God’s love and beauty. 


Beautiful background music from Rob Townley - “Mobius” . I am honoured to be part of this collaboration.

New album Mobius is out now on all digital stores. Mobius is great for meditation, ascension, peace and tranquility. It's also great for sleep as it's very heavy and will knock you out! Recorded in 432hz to connect with frequencies of the earth and creation.


If you wish to delight your eyes with the videos compilation for this poem, visit my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY

https://youtu.be/_ELcGJ2UzVk

Be Still… - Poem, Meditation, Ascension

Galactic lovers,
bruised by a Cross,
revived by a love
that has began when earth was birthed. 

In water, fire and the spirit,
lovers merge and bridge Creation.
They are restless, passionate,
eternal,
until the Father smiles
upon their children. 

With their mouths,
they birth the words
that build pillars for the realms
that groan and move upon the sand
that grinders the thoughts
of evil minds.

The liquid that is moving
in and out
is the Spirit that has danced
forever,
from the Father’s mouth
and into the believers hearts. 

Can’t you see?!
we have been here
before the land and sky appeared;
before the voice of our children
could cling to us as
holy mothers.

We are One Brethren!
We have One Father!
And all the love that has been moving
from the beginning to the ending
it’s called Christ 
and Him undying.

Do not fight back from holy dance
but move in peace 
and in the now
because you have but all the time
to be an old man
or a child.

Keep singing, keep releasing
those deep sounds that
you’ve been mining 
since you’ve seen the Christ appearing
Into your life,
right from beginning.

One breath it took to give you spark.
One life was given in the end
to fill your cavity with that wave sound
that keeps repeating when you gasp.

Continue to keep hold of 
what is precious;
of fire, spirit and the water,
that has been shaping your upbringing
from dust to heir-of Heavenlies.

Cause soon your mind will birth the notions
of God and Him within you,
and will call forth all things forgotten
into the future of your present. 

For now, move close,
enter the realm
where thoughts, desires and all hopes,
on wings of angels they are hang,
for you to taste and see
He’s good.




GALACTIC LOVE 
is a poem that reminds us about an eternal love affair with Yahweh. 

All our existence is a love making-love giving life. Our eternity is being in LOVE, born of the Spirit.

With a soft voice tonality and mesmerising music from British Music Producer, Rob Townley, this piece will bring your body and soul peace, calm and rest. 


Watch the video for this poem on Encounter with the Word YouTube page

https://youtu.be/CbMo4EWAu9w

Galactic Love - Poetry, Return to the beginning

I have no strength to love You more.
There is no gap that is un-whole.
You filled my inner man from skin to core
and I don’t find a field un-grown.

The tissue of my spirit and my soul
has merged with realms I did not know
before I met You,
face to face,
in our holy intercourse. 

Let me fly around the walls
of our love and the newborns
that we’ve produced while
we were One insight the mighty Yod.

Our Union might be unknown 
to foolish minds,
that still uphold
the lack and needs of fleshy world,
the realm where our dreams were stollen.

Inside here, 
in the eternal circle,
we read the story of our glory
that’s written in the blood of our body
before foundation and the garden. 

No gap can separate the two. 
We are like Gemini’s but more
because we are not made and neither birthed
but we are part of the I AM. 

So how can I continue to relate
to words that speak about a prayer
of You and I that will become
something that I already am. 

Today, right now, we have the fullness!
There is not strand of understanding 
that I need to gain for bonding
but only faith in our being
of gods on earth as in the heaven. 

My love is Your love,
our hearts are One.
So all I think and all I want
is actually the rays of your deep sound
you grown for thinks to come alive.

No day and night can separate
the feelings that we hold 
between ourselves.
Neither the past and even future 
can tell us of a new creation. 

We have birthed the world together,
before the minds were breathed in star dust.
And we we have watched the multilayers
evolve in ripples of great power.

So all I’m left for now to do
is to encounter and remember 
that LOVE is the true measure
of our closeness or departure. 



LOVE = an intense feeling of deep affection
YOD - Hebrew Letter = a dot, a circle of the geometry of creation; a divine point of energy indicating God's omnipresence; the "spark" of the infinite light.
INTERFACING = face to face relationship 
I AM = Yahweh, the Lord, God’s personal name


Background Music by Peter Sandberg

To see the video compilation for this poem, visit my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY

https://youtu.be/tBWMT3kAmqE

loved in a YOD - Poem, Love words

The world of Yahweh, the Creator,
as beautiful and magical as we imagine,
is built in blood and sacrificial love,
is built to last eternal life.

The infrastructure of the One,
that looks as Christ, the Son of Man,
is evolving and creating 
worlds that merge-nto one Realm.
In here, there is no limit to partake
from love or knowledge of the Great
Almighty God 
that blows the blood 
from His eccentric heart.
It is a city, a Creation
that continues to give birth
to other realms and other worlds
that feed from this eternal Man.

John has seen Him on the Throne.
He was sat when He was called 
to pull the veils that covered our heart
from darkness into Yahweh’s light..

But now we see!
He’s on the tree!
He’s come to show Himself revealed
in light,
He’s come to rule us as our head.

The One that looks like Son of Man
has the crown-head of Yeshua
and the body of the blood
that whispers of eternal love. 

A Kingdom that cannot be shaken,
a City as the Holy Zion,
a street of gold as the creation,
that is what we are as children!
Do not allow the fear of more
to hold the seals that darkens your hard soul,
but have the faith to bring you light,
that you are god as your kind Dad.

See yourself on Throne, up high
and scolded in the lightning of God’s light,
because you are the Son of Man,
the One that bears 
the mark of Christ. 

No work can separate us from the truth
and no prayer can allow us to come close,
but only grace can quench the craving to evolve,
only the freedom offered by our Lord.

So let the Kingdom of the One
establish in your holy garden
and His Spirit and the power-ll
redeem your thinking and your carnal. 



This poem is about the One like Son of Man I got to see, not long ago. 

This Man had a body made out of strands of blood, carrying the blue print code from Yahweh for Creation. There were worlds and realms created inside Him and He was the source of it All.

The structure of this Man had one street of blood that looked like gold. The shape of the One like Son of Man was made like strands of truth, identical, like one. And this path of blood was entangling to look like a city. There was one way intertwining like wheels, a new world infrastructure.

John was the one that was given to see this Man; head of Yeshua, body of ecclesia (The One like Son of Man).

When John was shown the Christ, he was also shown the broken seals. These are the veils in our heart that need to be removed for the revelation of Christ in us. So let’s tune our ears to hear the trumpets of our freedom!

The poem also reminds us that our Father’s reality is not just magical and mysterious, but it’s a covenant of Love, sealed in blood; it is eternal.

Ultimately, the words of the poem remind us of allowing Yeshua to be the ruler of our internal world, so He can reveal His Kingdom of Light within us, in the knowledge of Yahweh. Eventually it will seep through our flesh and bless Creation.

I hope this poem makes your spirit leap in truth and I pray for your encounters to be many. 


Background Music - I do not own the copyright

For the video compilation of this poem, head over to my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY

https://youtu.be/0vyj9rhBnus

the ONE like SON of MAN - Poetry, Revelation

I am waiting in the corridor of my heart.
I’m not sure if I’ll survive
to all the thoughts that whisper and align
into a queue awaiting to come through.

Beyond the light is freedom, yes, I know it
but to believe that my life’s freer 
that she’s ever been before this,
I need a faith that comes from heaven.

I’m not still sure if my heart should release
this trust that I need to believe;
or is it my attentive Angel
that should bring faith into my present.

There are so many waves and voices that shout out.
And all of them are needed and are loud,
and somehow they distract my soulish mind
to wish to do more than I am, right now.

I’m not alone in this awaiting place; 
with me, Creation patiently awaits.
Because she knows this is not where all is lost
but is the way where all is found.

Although my mind, my skin and soul
cry out expanding in a world
where they have never been before,
they all have faith to be immortal.

Stay still, myself, stay tuned.
To that deep voice that whispers slow
about the newness of a song
that was released when we were old. 

Don’t run and try to reach
the glimpses of another’s tweet
but have the faith that your place’s right
in Yahweh’s space and Yahweh’s time.

Your name is written in the Book
where all the saints and all the clues
are living to receive the truth
of one perfected Man, the Christ.

Today, right now, the time is ripe
even if all seems to await 
In slowness and the mystery of darkness
until the veil is lifted for perfection.

So thank you soul for all your patience
to trust in Father and His Kingdom
you might not see the meaning to this process
but I’m sure you taste it’s presence.

And in the end, the song will sing.
The ears will hear the truth revealed
and in the new perfected name
we’ll live together in God’s peace.



There are moments where my soulish self reaches out and tries to steal the peace of Now. She worries and wonders. 

But when I close the gates of this world and enter in the chamber of my heart, I see and live in fullness. 

This poem is for all who worry and wonder. Come to rest! You are an eternal overcomer: yesterday, today and tomorrow. 


Many thanks to Vislevski from Tunetank for the background music - “love story”

For the video compilation of this poem, visit my YouTube page Encounter with the word - Anca J Poetry

https://youtu.be/78AvLfI3lFc

in the waiting… - Poem - Meditation - Spoken word

YAHWEH’s BREATHING is a poem written in the Spirit. 

One morning I heard the words : “Soon, I am here.”
It was strange because it made no sense:
either the Spirit was here, or it will be here in the future. 
While I was navigating this statement I saw the Word on the cross , with His flesh soaked in wood. Seeing Him on the pole, I saw the blindness that was keeping me away from the revelation of something New. 
I asked for light in my heart so I can see. 

Immediately I was by my Father’s feet at the Throne, asking Him an intimate question: how does He breathe? 
If my breath comes from the life He gives me, from where He gets His? 

His hand surrounded my body pulling me into His face. From there I journeyed into million of lights inside my Father. 

And then, I felt into a realm of love, ecstasy, fascination and admiration for humanity. 

In the end, I realised that my Father’s life comes from His love for us. Every time His eyes lay on us, He breathes with admiration. 

I understood that Love is what keeps my Father going, and I was transformed into the same image and likeness: love to live and live to love. 

Love is the atmosphere of life. 


Much love to Steven Parry for the background music - “Breathtaking Sunrise”

For the video spoken word, visit my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY 

https://youtu.be/nmbf9fjZ43Y

YAHWEH’s BREATHING -Poem, Spoken Word

Oooh, I have really enjoyed working on this poem. 

It’s about an encounter I had a couple of weeks ago in the pit of the torment, people call “hell”.

I was in the office one day and I saw zombies entering the room, with chains and other heavy metals attached to them. They were making a loud sound. 
I followed them and I found myself in “hell”.

It was a place where all creatures live in toil. 
In one dimension I saw the every day people walking on the street and in the mirror dimension , I saw them toiling. 
They were tormented by the cravings that ruled their life. Nothing was enough for them. They lived in thirst of something that can fill their emptiness. 

In the scorched environment of their mind, they  longed for the water that can bring them peace. 
I poured water over them, and for a moment, they felt fulfilled. The next second, their consciousness went back to NEED.

I decided to teach them about TIME, and how they can multiply the seconds, to keep the feeling of freshness, peace and hope.
When I poured the water over them again, they kept that fullness of the moment within, and started to feel re-invigorating. 

As they listened to my voice, the scenery around us changed, like pictures on a moving train. 

I wanted to show them where this water came from, I wanted to show them Yahweh.
But their light was dim and in their minds, they could not pass the heaven’s veil.
They thought they were not enough to go through the gates of the most holy place.

I called my Father to send Himself in a shape of a presence , because my followers were accustomed with a presence now.

Yeshua came through the gates of their consciousness and opened Himself up to be their resting place. 

Some saw Him as a terrifying God, with a loud voice, thunder and lightning; so they ran back to the same toiling life in the pit.

Others, they remained within the water fountain without end, where their thirst was long forgotten. 

As they rested, the veils of their minds shifted and instead of seeing Yeshua , they saw themselves seated in the Father. 


I know of “hell” and I know of “heaven” and I also know some people think it’s black and white. 
In the creation of the video, I wanted to express the annoying sound of clanging and banging and the light and darkness of simple minds. 
I wanted to draw attention that what we think is hell, it’s not quite right. 
In this place of toil, living and dead live in toil.
Our responsibility is not to judge what we don’t know but to restore everything.


I do not own the copyright of the background music.

For the video version of this poem, head over to my YouTube page ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY 

https://youtu.be/cYUANBHoL14

TRIP TO HELL -poem, spoken word, life

Expressive poem about inner yearning of the inner man

For the Video Expression of this poem visit my YouTube channel Encounter with the Word - Anca J Poetry 

https://youtu.be/LIhl_6bj7jg

For collaborations, please contact me on 

encounterwiththeword@gmail.com

beyond human - spoken word, poetry

Encounter with the Word is a spoken word veiled in the frequency of musical notes and mesmerising vocal tones. 

It’s divine poetry.

It’s meant to bring you into a mystical realm where you transform through revelation. The sounds and visuals are merging together to give you an experience of peace, love, overcoming, ecstasy. 

I believe in the power of the frequency we release and the effect of words. When we flow and honour these powers, they reveal places within us and others,  they have never been explored before. 


I have been honoured to share my poems and my sound with great artists like Janine John Music (Creative Community), Laura C Worship, Fireword (Katie Davies)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GDOslXDDVqo&t=14s

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=YGMHWA-r5g8&t=4959s

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CYHsJE1IpIb/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CHBbD8eF892/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=


I’ve also had the privilege to collaborate with the British Music Producer Rob Townley. His mystical music has been the foundation to a few of my poems:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vBXDPwpSug8

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_ELcGJ2UzVk

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CbMo4EWAu9w


For me, Yeshua is the Word that gives me the content, sound and visuals to create the poems.

Regardless of the status we all are in, in reality we are all the same, in the beauty of our uniqueness. 

Give yourself the chance to just listen the frequency of the voice and music, even if the words don’t speak to you. Just enjoy! 


For the visuals of the poems, head over to my YouTube channel  ENCOUNTER WITH THE WORD - ANCA J POETRY 

https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCXHmcXHX8H_DdXTFeDuMJ6A

For collaborations or just a simple contact, email me on encounterwiththeword@gmail.com

Encounter with the Word - Anca J Poetry

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