The gong Om encompasses existence,
which we may call God’s first emanation,
melding with which there remains no distance,
since all that is, is in this vibration,
encompassing His entire creation.
When we are graced by Divine Mother’s kiss,
in stillness we recognise we’re all this,
meaning whatever is contained in space,
that as an eternal flame, drenched with bliss,
boundaries blur; we see God face to face.
It's dark in here and we're caged in, please set us free,
that innate childlike innocence flows like the breeze,
is our appeal to whatever forces that be,
infusing in heart, bliss rapture in a slow tease.
One without a second is God's light absolute,
which we cannot attain but yet can so become,
if head melds with heart, aligned with love, resolute,
knowing that in God's home we are always welcome.
Negating then, whatever confines and limits,
we shift softened attention into the vast void,
as magnetism propels us to heaven's summits,
therein at last no longer by ego decoyed.
Hush the blush weary hermit and simply know this ~
We are he who we seek; truth, existence and bliss.
20-October-2022
Notes:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satcitananda
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Am_That
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas#Tat_Tvam_Asi
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mah%C4%81v%C4%81kyas
She stood alone at the bar
And without stopping to think
He moved to her side
And bought her a drink.
She was young, she was pretty
Pretty as any girl he’d seen,
But she talked and she talked
Like a runaway machine.
He really thought,
She’ll talk herself to death,
For she never seemed to pause
Even to draw her own breath.
She talked through her drink,
She talked through her food,
She still talked away
Even as she chewed.
She talked and she talked
In a world of her own
It might have been better
If she ever changed her tone.
She invited him to her home,
Invited him to her bed,
And as he declined she asked,
Was it something that I said?
He started laughing then
‘til he couldn’t laugh anymore;
But he was still giggling madly
As she showed him to the door.
And she was still talking
As they stood on the street,
He still giggling weakly
And swaying on his feet.
He bid her a good night,
Unsteadily moved away
Until he reached a place
Where silence held sway.
She was young, she was pretty,
Pretty as any girl he’d seen
But she’d talked and she’d talked
Like a runaway machine.
On the way home
With my kids in tow
To the all night
Supermarket we'd go
For a late night treat
that we bought each week
Our favorite pie ala mode
As an introvert
I'm not given to
talking to those I don't know
Except sometimes I
Just can't resist when the spirit bids
me so
As I stood in line
behind these three
little Asian guys ahead
Who were buying
round angle food cakes and
And cigarettes unfiltered instead
Before I could zip up
My pie hole
As the register started to sing
I asked what have you
guys got planned tonight
Gonna go home and blow smoke rings
From
darkness,
we wish to
shift into light,
as innate instinct,
as we are pure spirit,
divine and self-luminous,
pulsating with rapturous bliss,
in resonation with throb of love,
fullness, scriptures call Sat-chit-ananda.
Our true presence has no limitation,
yet now wishes to descend to rise,
so ensouls feeble mind-body,
with past memory erased,
provided mind and heart,
to discern and love
reaching balance,
to connect
self with
God.
15-June-2021
music in the trees
gossips teem in green bowers
marigolds abuzz
cracker butterflies
among burgundy roses
twittering away
hollyhocks abuzz
with news of the honeybee
such blues pinks and blacks
crickets go screaming
near the endless babbling brook
in the orange dusk
Just for now
Words tell how
Just stop by
Don't ask why
Just wear smiles
Watch cheer style
Just see clear
Purge odd fear
Just be mild
Like a child
Just be good
Note fine mood
Just stop here
For some cheer
Just see fit
To share wit
Just like that
Fond chit-chat
Leon Enriquez
10 August 2017
Singapore
Wednesday greeting
Morning fragrant breeze
Rustles silk curtains
Sun beams streaking
Cool room illumination
As shadows depart
Anticipation loiters
Awaiting emancipation
Freedom means responsibility
Open agendas preside
The new day takes shapes
Outlines of a game plan
So much to do
And yet so many distractions
Weigh upon the moments
Chit-chat with self-talk
Personal conversation
Make sense of the present
Poise strings confidence
If choice can frame intent
Voice is succinct tact for real
To be simple is easy
Plain language can free
Make sense of complications
Leon Enriquez
17 September 2014
Singapore
Like a target, you zero in on me
And begin your chit-chatting…
But I don’t care if you took some test,
Or how many times you had to guess.
Or where your faceless friends were sitting,
Or if you wore your lucky ribbon.
Let’s talk about something “real,”
Something deep, something you feel.
I don’t care if it’s going to rain;
The weather channel will tell me the same.
Don’t you care about
Victims of the tsunami?
Isn’t the state of the world
Alarming?
Don’t you care that your husband’s
Cheating on you?
With your neighbor no less,
Marylou?
“Oh,” you say, “but her hair is so cool.”
Right, I nod, and begin to drool…
4/28/11
Under the influence of anger and sickness - sick of her shallow, petty concerns and angry at having to listen to them!
Chit and chatter what’s the matter
Written By Dean Masciarelli
December 17, 2009 (4:00am)
Chit and chatter what’s the matter
Does the cat have your tongue
Because for some reason
You haven’t been
speaking to anyone
And it has caused me to
worry about you my friend
Because I was getting
used to hearing from
you every now and then
If your not feeling that well
Just take a few moments
out of your day to let me know
And I will be more then
happy to say a little prayer for you
Because I know that you would
do the same things for me in return
Because that's what friends are for
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