Harmonic Omnipotent Flow
Form: Grook
Not in force, nor in fear,
the spiral spins clear.
Power that bends is not power that breaks—
it’s the river that sings when the mountain shakes.
The flame doesn’t shout,
it pulses… and things come about.
Wliless and while-most are
terms she wishes us to
believe are endearing
One poor who absolutely
Love while
One wealthy seems to understand
Me
Yet neither are the other
In definition
Wliless and while-most are
terms she wishes us to
believe are endearing
One poor who absolutely
Love while
One wealthy seems to understand
Me
Yet neither are the other
In definition
In the warranted spectrum of option.
sitting on the brink has a tempting draw.
I broach the brink precipice with caution
In the warranted spectrum of option.
Every night for one hour, it grabs caption.
I can't dodge night toll of a sleepless thaw
In the warranted spectrum of option.
sitting on the brink has a tempting draw.
Written; February 23, 2023
One who peacefully with nature coexists,
so with the evening one softens
someone who lives with pure beauty
yes, smiles and life praises him...
Sunny of light rises,
sweet smile of pure joy
moonlit by the moon that is holy
innocent laughter of full harmony...
In his spare time his virtue soul weaves
In the friendly wind, pray his prayer...!
My next right climate,
environment,
home,
will amply express interdependent health values,
need for belonging,
wanting to grow in resonant meaning,
cooperative resilient becoming
GoldenRule gratitude,
Win/Win non-zero sum energy faith-filled;
My next right/left multiculture
Will be felt
to become known;
Will be ego-known
to become eco-home.
Some inside/outside interdependent climates
are a better known fit for Now
And Now is this timeless moment
between historic memories,
warm and cold,
fertile and barren,
And future multiculturing images
of creolizing warm more than colonizing cold,
of fertile more than barren,
of love more than hate,
of life more than dying,
of compassion more than violence,
of grateful Yes more than not known Now.
within our hearts-love is all and all is love
Dec.27.2019
One liner
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.
The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories
Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising sensed re-experience ecosystems,
And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles
Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth's shift
balancing bilaterally twinned TimeFlow
for virtuous universal win/win communication
Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe's perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark...
Green crystalline neon green that glitters glistens gleems glams and glims in the dark like glow in the dark stars.
If you try me be warned, this is no little game,
I’ll take everything from you, I’ll drive you insane.
You started off easy, with just smoking a joint,
Oh how the mighty has fallen, you upgraded to a point.
The sweats, the shakes, the illusions you’ll see,
You’ll have one person to tap hand, they’re courtesy of me.
I did try to warn you, just once and you’ll never go back,
I told you I wasn’t kidding, I’m going to make you crack.
You came to me remember, not I to you,
The choice was yours, I always knew what you would do.
I’ll have fun ravashing your body, while you’re out of your mind,
Then you’ll search high and low for me, and me you will always find.
I’ll then take everything from you, -your looks and your pride,
You’ll sell everything to get me, from me you cannot hide.
Everything you had is now gone, there’s nothing you can save,
Remember I first warned you, I’ll walk with you to your grave.
There are things that haunt me
There are ghosts that hover close
That live on the periphery
That resonate on harmonic notes
Of frequency within the vibrations of our dreams
It’s hard to tell what their intentions are
It’s hard to know what we should feel
About these ghosts that haunt us
Are they friendly are they not
Are they here intentionally
Or are they simply lost
Our lives they resonate the light
And in duality also light
But I am sure in both realities these ghosts
Play a part within our lives
And haunt us all.
great mind over matter to set brainy bedlam
in an organized queue
so while attention of your
might be moderately rapt, this rue
stirring, hen pecked spouse
best stop digitally squawking sew
the ethereal essence can beak comb
brought to cypher awareness too
and in a figurative nutshell,
when doth a scrivener know when to quit
or tubby pointed rhetorical question -
at what juncture does any artisan
more prolific than yours truly
reckon that his/her faux masterpiece
can no longer be perfected?,
cuz further rit
dick kuel us tampering, potche ing, footsing,
would induce dedicated followers of mine
to undergo severe urge to wanna spit
or throw FAKE nipples,
subsequently they would feel tit
till late head, find this schlemiel
to end this plotz to whit!
FINIS.
Darkness encompassing light,
Neither can exist alone,
Love is both, combined as one,
In harmonic bursts.
~~~~~~~~
Love can sprout like a nova,
Entering a heart at will,
For the broken can be healed,
And shine like a star.
Set sensuous sounds
Glimpse groovy grounds
Ply piquant poise
Charm crafty choice
Lift lovely laugh
Stream simple stuff
Pique precious pose
Rapture red rose
Be bright being
Bloom becoming
Wonder works wise
Rapture reaps rise
Heed healthy heart
Spice succinct start
Make moments move
Greet glowing grooves
Vest vibrant voice
Prize profound poise
Leon Enriquez
04 August 2016
Singapore
My guitar sings, it’s reverberating strings; dance with my fingers.
My dulcimer cries and whines; telling folk tales, centuries old.
One with the strings, their harmony brings elation, to my soul.
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