Watercolor Cat, Watercolor Cat,
You are the most wonderful Watercolor Cat I have ever could dream about,
And I wonder, my friend Watercolor Cat, and admire you perplexed and mesmerized,
Tell me, how you know and how you do that you stand up straight and mastered this dignifying posture,
Like a masterpiece,
And these yellow eyes, like sunflowers, while sitting on a such big stone, on a such long road
When you are not a red cat, or white, and not even lost, but
Just an easy touch of lilacs that comes with the sunrise and leaves at sunset on the shores of volga,
My friend, Watercolor Cat, when I see you standing up like this with all your pride, sharp years, and flying tail,
You suddenly are the most blue-yellow cat in the sky, like you swallowed the sun with your wondering eyes.
Why do you wonder my dear friend, watercat, why do you wonder and look like you are waiting for something wonderful to happen.
Tribute to Russian painter, Elena Verzilova, and her family,
Moscow, Sept 2022
go slow and easy, touch soft and breezy
in effortless, thought rested awareness
attention flicker free serenity
nestled thus in rapture of blissfulness
no doing done by us in this journey
save abiding in stillness and silence
rekindling inner sense polarity
divine entwined, playful, joyful parlance
we get out of our own way, so to speak
ego vaporised, no milestones to seek
17-February-2021
Mind in full stretch seeks a fond way,
Embrace the feel of a pure heart;
Love frames the match of night and day,
Laughter now heals to bless fresh start;
Opt thus to see the truth that binds,
Wonder funds poise where joy charms will.
Glimpse a voice free in peace of mind,
Listen for choice in sparkling thrill;
Impact true zest with easy touch,
Make moments count here on the road;
Prize wholesome quest with love as such,
Surpass the mount and bear each load;
End where you start with ample joy
Seize love’s clear art through play and ploy.
Leon Enriquez
04 February 2018
Singapore
Now I go out to meet the world,
Greet noise and shouts in curious swirls.
Deep in my heart I know a place:
Where love lives art with joy and grace.
I work on things that thought creates,
Watch purpose sling wise touch of fate.
When labours end with shadows dark,
I halt work trends for homebound sparks.
Oomph dazzles fest as I come back,
Relax and rest and let mind slack.
A heart of joy frames easy touch,
Watch love employ fond feel and much.
Home funds true grace where heart feels peace,
Glimpse happy face with mind at ease.
A deep delight anchors my soul,
Purpose knows sight as love makes whole.
As stillness calms my sense of feel,
Touch spreads a balm that soothes and heals.
Home is a nook where laughs bring bliss,
Where simple looks can sync sure ease.
Here and now I know profound truth,
Love takes me high with ample proof.
So thus each day I live happy,
A lovely way to simply be.
Leon Enriquez
10 September 2017
Singapore
Spring waltzes here with colours wild,
Prompt festive flair surrounds and fills;
Red lanterns cheer with ancient style,
Intent floods fare of cheery will;
Notice fond wit in shades of red,
Glimpse grandeur's mix via tradition.
Blessings now fit our common thread,
Lasting splendour greets devotion;
Observe the hues as spring creates,
Sense dazzling blooms where flowers sing;
See vivid cues in festive fate,
Opt happy rooms as wonders fling;
Meet joy breezy in easy touch,
Sweet and dreamy this festive nudge.
Leon Enriquez
16 February 2016
Singapore
Hot and sweaty after mowing the lawn,
Checking out tool for job this weekend,
A combination miter saw was the fiend.
I was getting frustrated doing adjustments.
Working on getting the right bevel aligned.
It would not swivel to a forty-five angle.
Still hot and sweaty, though cooling some,
I knew the adjustment was so simple.
But, no release I could find anywhere.
More frustrated now with a headache,
I searched the internet for directions.
Lost manual but found one on net.
Reading and reading it states so easy.
Returning to saw, turning upside down.
Now so perturbed, about to go crazy.
Now mind you, I have loosened bolts.
Retightened again and again, now nuts,
With the tension knob still so loose,
I touch the side and it slid to left.
Such a silly madness, just an easy touch,
Now a ditsy and crazy carpenter set.
The touch of his had was electric
As he gently took her hand and kissed it
The kiss was soft and an easy touch
He was the man she felt the rush
He was the man of her dreams
The great charmer so it seemed
But he was really like a black tulip
That is a dark, dark purple that rules it
Underneath the darkness lay
It didn't come out for many a day
By the time the tulip bloomed
Her whole life lay ahead surely doomed
Nobody knows better than me,
When I introduce myself,
Me and my matters
Two different approaches,
Works together to replace,
A different vision in mind.
Few matters are beyond from explanation,
Those are only for understanding,
A person can realise them,
When he walks and thinks.
For himself and his images,
Release a story of his success.
Matters have their relationship,
A desire for a best treatment,
For someone’s memory,
Not only for praise,
Also for remembrance,
A confirmation for recognition.
It is a vision for advanced living,
That offers a person to remind,
A visit for his easy touch,
So a person can resolve a matter,
When someone pretends witness,
To build obligations in our living.