Amuse My Muse

This world makes sense in vivid tense When matters dense purge all pretense. This earthly plain lives not in vain For I see plain the waves of pain. This timeless space where I feel grace Touching my face with healing trace. This karmic world serves but to swirl What lessons twirl in a sure curl. This is the way through night and day Where cause can play what effect sways. This harmony in all I see Despite harsh sea of misery. This is the peace that funds increase In joy and ease where love writes lease. This sanctuary within my soul Seeds ecstasy of a sure whole. This is grand use where truth lights fuse: Amuse my muse where thoughts confuse. Leon Enriquez 21 January 2015 Singapore