We're all related to the stormy firmament
Trying to figure out if it's about to pour down.
Or if the sun's just taking a long break.
It's hard to tell what's real these days.
The clang turns up so deafening you can't
Detect your own breathing and every divided
Wall is screaming a different analysis of the
Truth.
It doesn't matter what lingo you pray in, the
Shade of your skin, or where you call home.
When the ground starts vibrating, we all reach
For the precise same thing.
Something rigid, Something factual. Trouble
Doesn't ask for proof of Identity, A heart
Fragile sounds the same everywhere-
That tranquil, heavy crack that makes you
Sit up at 3:00 am and wonder: Where do we
Go from here?
Up looks like down, right feels like left.
We look at each other directly
Clouded glass, forgetting that covered by it all,
It's just bone, blood, and a soul trying to find
Its way back home.
These are daunting times to discern; the fog is dense, but we don't need a lantern to see the
Whole Alpine just enough light to take the
Very next step in alignment.
In order to discern To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
Wrap these spiritual vessel in order to discern
provoked and unearthed
preying on specials
To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
open wounds leak out worth
in drowsy pedals
that determine morals and ethics.
In order to discern
Reflections confirm
Veils harmonize wrestling with the unsettled
To intentionally hurt that unintentionally hurts
Discernment practice and rehearse
To bring balance to level.
In order to discern.
Perhaps it only ever occurred.
Spiritual and emotional wrestles
To intentionally hurt that unintentioanlly hurts. In order to discern.
We are inheriting Art and Arc
Of trying to understand.
How once, we were fingers,
Born of the same common hand.
Miniatures born into this land
Of thought.
Tactile each, and that ought,
To have been enough.
But,
In the sound of each brushed whisper
Overheard in the billowing clouds,
We fought the thought
Of the popular injunction.
Loud as a newborn’s cry,
Yet rough
As an unwanted memorry.
We are the ones
Still trying
To Understand.
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet He will observe you
The plumb line is in his hand, by his breath the sea is parted
He is full of true light, yet He passes without human notice
He is full of energy, His way of travel known only to a few.'
To those He has chosen to reveal Himself before
Rest from studying Him now.. for He comes and goes
Yet never leaves those He has purchased bereft
His character is one of mercy, yet His decision is swift..'
Finality Is His perrogative, all life springs from Him.!
To whom has the hand of the Lord been revealed?
From where does He come? His movement is beyond
Known speed.) Also If you travel to the height of the sky.!
You will not discern His face, yet He will observe you
The plumb line is in his hand, by his breath the sea is parted
He is full of true light, yet He passes without human notice
He is full of energy, His way of travel known only to a few.'
To those He has chosen to reveal Himself before.!
Who know also they are but unworthy servants.'
Rest from studying Him now.. for He comes and goes
Yet never leaves those He has purchased bereft
His character is one of mercy, yet His decision is swift..'
Finality Is His perrogative, all life springs from Him.!
I
Two trees, two fruit
Thistles, thorns: not food
Good fruit - good tree
Bad fruit reveals tree-truth
II
Matthew 7 reveals heaven
As in Second Eden
Read "Revelation" - last book
Garden Truths, discern fruits
Before I was blind there were dreams.
But seeing my dreams
before I could see, depended
on how much you could really see.
Blind before birth,
and what you have asked of me.
Having my, our, hearing dreams-
your perception
is sound, sound that is seen,
left more unsaid about me.
I still see to see in my dreams
as one,
where I'm still left alive.
What they must contain,
the colors within.
And sound, I can feel love's taste
and touch.
To remember one dream,
that one special dream, I still dream.
Thus when awake I can see her best
when my wife I then first met.
And how in my dreams, she will forever look to me.
Discern impulse coming from soul
Soft whispers of conscience
Know God merger is our true goal
Our heart’s luminescence
To be clear and succinct
Rest animal instinct
Let soul be by love inked
Ego repulse
Discern impulse
11-November-2021
Quietus
Did you see My 'Red Sky' at morning?
Listen to the Lord's stern warning!
Is it loving to sidestep My truth,
To judge My words as uncouth?
To bow to the oppressor's greed,
For wont of material need?
While striving for earthly treasure,
Do your scales conceal true measure?
Watchmen are dissuaded to preach
About boundaries not to breach.
What My Spirit strives to restrain,
You cut His restraints to obtain.
It's all lies conceived in the mind,
Groping through life like you're blind.
You're missing My 'Red Sky' at night,
And you wonder what caused the blight.
Remove My rivals from your hearts!
They're not Sovereign, but upstarts.
There's no fear of Me in your eyes,
So you fail to discern My 'Red Sky'.
Return to Me, regain your sight,
For My judgment is now in flight!
Do not neglect 'signs of the times',
Watch for My return - anytime.
For giving My 'Red Sky' at night,
Is always your Savior's delight.
Dear soul, discern the truth, forsooth
Wait not for the said hereafter
Now or never, in body booth
End now, incessant thought chatter
Bliss elation greets cessation
Dear soul, discern the truth, forsooth
Upon exiting stagnation
Silence wins, not the astute sleuth
Get rid now, of ego uncouth
Clear light dawns, even as we yawn
Dear soul, discern the truth, forsooth
Now, before this moment is gone
How long will we reincarnate
Fleeting is life, soon fades our youth
Simply to pulse of love gyrate
Dear soul, discern the truth, forsooth
28-June-2021
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JUST FOR YOU, DISCERN
Watch each word well
To cast your spell;
Love brings true light
To make things bright;
Think, say and do
What’s best on cue;
Be bold and kind
With peace of mind.
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
29 January 2021
Singapore
JOURNEY MIND MAP (22/25) — DISCERN
Bear bleak boast
Taste taut toast
Sad thoughts make
A fond take
Spear good cheer
Purge odd fear
In a while
Spice new pile
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
18 January 2021
Singapore
Be discrete
Use words well
Discern buzz
Noise lacks bounce
Be mindful
Word goodwill
Discern touch
Sense binds reach
Be aware
Poise knows this
Seize bold choice
Live love brave
Be cheery
Jest feels good
Work your way
Greet here now
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2019
Singapore
Be as a fool
A pawn or tool
Fool in a sage
A fine blank page
Sage beyond fear
As finesse cheers
Fear hides in dark
As terror Parks
Dark is the night
In strange black flight
Night sets the stage
To ink blank page
Stage your own show
Where new light grows
Show in fine style
A charming smile
Style thus dear fool
Such placid spools
Leon Enriquez
28 August 2019
Singapore
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