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Emergent

Journey Journal Page EMERGENT By Leon Enriquez In the emergent light you see Order and chaos within a hint That taut poise in ambiguity A flash of insight in raw tint The known in the unknown tangle That shows an unseen point of view Sore dilemma in triangle Confronts conflict in visual cue ~~~~~~~~~ Do you now know just what you know? The plain truth and the paradox Movement in moments here that show Thought and afterthought that flip box Discern the inconstancy there With the surge of jibber-jabber In contradictions that craft flair Where certainty aligns fever ~~~~~~~~~ Two companions sit by my side Each wears a certain arc of grace Truth keeps company with the tides Paradox lures wit in embrace Drama confronts primal fancy As truth speaks with silence profound Paradox casts views contrary As irony captures odd grounds ~~~~~~~~~ Know the steady embrace of truth That sits silently by your side Where you seek the emotive proof As flaming paradox rides Yet we toss and turn and lay blame Seek refuge in the light of truth As if playing a losing game When the simple truth channels proof ~~~~~~~~~ I hear the conversations here Tryst with twin companions of flow Speak as conscious quivers draw near Am I certain that I now know? Silence speaks with profound deep tones As echoes flood my mortal feel Truth and paradox match old bones An enlightening moment spills ~~~~~~~~~ I question the truth with touch strange Hear truth prompts choice in poise of voice Paradox answers through tough change Two options in twist of brisk noise So we try our best to live grief Yet cannot leave our mortal veil So we traverse change not so brief As human consciousness avails ~~~~~~~~~ Leon Enriquez 07 January 2024 Singapore

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