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Here as I sit with pen and ink,
Hurl form and wit as thought now links.
I feel a strain of pulse that hurls,
I claim from pain a touch that twirls.
See sensuous stay that feeds each surge,
Sense new wordplay fling feel and urge.
Ideas spring forth to fashion form,
Image goes north to find bold norms.
Mind over matter is state of heart,
More than chatter the muse now starts.
Ply over poise true verse from noise,
Please make a choice to fund your voice.
Live in the light and love your stay,
Love streams sure flight through night and day.
Yield to your soul and heart and mind,
Yes sense a whole that now aligns.
Come out and play and dance and sing,
Cheer frames your say with joy you bring.
Opt for fond moods to sow and reap,
Open to good that moves grand heaps.
Meet all you meet with easy smile,
Mind how you greet your shadow style!
Enter the gate where truth unfolds,
Embrace the plate with peace laid bold.
Leon Enriquez
20 Mar 2014
Singapore
The home of mankind and makind’s favourite drink
existing in a size bigger than spain and france combined
with its new flower, a diplomatic capital of its continent
and a paradise for vegetarians having the tastiest, healthiest
and most diverse cuisine in its regions.
It has a cycle more than the regular year-timing
and one of only two territories never to be dominated.
This home is of its own original Alphabet consisting of unique symbols
and a continental pride of its first ever Olympic Gold medal.
Aligns itself with members of the class of highest capitals
with more than twice the continental stony landscapes in its possession
and a detailed recognition far away from outer-space
on the great rift valley situated right in its heart,
all coming from this abode where the black Jews originated.
Its natural heritage is most appreciated and recognized amongst its peers
and the dwelling place to the last surviving species of ancient grazing primates
holding commanding claims to the biblical covenant Ark and commandments
are the sub-units of its pride spanning a long time scale
which is unfortunately altered by the common affliction
affecting all the settlers of its entire large neighbourhood.
Apt as kind grace
Style sculpts your face
Apt sanguine charm
Aligns sure psalm
Apt as fine form
Smiles etch your norms
Apt precious heart
True love imparts
Apt as clear will
Your eyes can thrill
Apt comfort heals
Touch frames goodwill
Apt as a breeze
Your gentle squeeze
Apt springtime flair
Our love affair
Apt as sure zest
This grand life quest
Apt starting gaze
True love fills craze
Apt as swift flow
Start and end shows
Apt ending light
Sense coming night
Apt as a plot
Fill in sweet thoughts
Apt life for two
Just me and you
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
Like a glowing candle in darkest night,
a pure breath of perfume that brings delight,
a silent thought in world of commotion,
like a soothing word to scorched emotion,
knowledge of self is absolute learning,
aligns mind to state of perfect tuning,
where the ego dissolves to nothingness,
when the name, body become meaningless,
when every breath becomes a sign of Him,
when eyes glow even when surrounds are dim,
an awakening flows through the being,
that I am that which I have been seeking,
the vastness and boundless of all there is,
is packed within as His eternal bliss,
that moment of self realisation,
is that of divine communication,
I am a part of that eternal light,
like a candle glowing in darkest night!
Premier contest winner(8)
Written 09/July/2021
Tat tvam Asi poetry contest
unseeking seeker sponsored
10 syllables each line
aa bb rhyme pattern
My mind wanders these days, in the familiar space between us, between yesterday and tomorrow. Here, in this now, when the day is unfolding beautifully, I feel more alive than I did yesterday, than I will tomorrow.
And throughout this dawn, when aliveness is the sun, while you lie peacefully dreaming, I reach toward you. From your breath that draws my hand upon your chest, where it rests and lingers on the quiet lifting.
For I will never know the moment it passes; it will go into the wheeling hands of memory. My fear: that you will forever be etherized in the tenderness of my heartbeat.
Here, in this now, when our breathing aligns under a new morning sky, I drum that heartbeat against your chest.
You arise, opening your eyes, and my fear passes. Where it goes remains unnamed. Further, in the distant reaches of your eyes, I see not the sun but the flowering of your soul. From the feet of crows to the crease around your nose, and the freckles in between.
Dawn-kissed and heavy-eyed, you slip like liquid through my ribs and still my heart, squeezing me close and retreating back into little death.
Fear & desire
two faces of attachment
to mind body
cause of discontentment
Doer seeking
consciousness expansion
in ego craving
in domain of maya illusion
Seeking eternal
in the external ephemeral
an ego delusion
drawing in destiny inimical
Clear recognition
that we are not body entity
makes us reflect
feeling in silence tranquility
Entering stillness
silencing the flow of thought
imbibing the elixir
bliss by divine grace brought
Body instrument
aligns with our true presence
magnetised form
blissfully joyful in permanence
Devoid of identity
egoic fears & desires vaporise
as a mist of bliss
delight in each divine surprise
18-September-2020
Sense how joy cheers each turn of page,
Prompt choice aligns the words that flow;
Ink stains move spheres of mellow age,
Reap thoughts that sign in discrete show;
Ask for wise wealth to set fond lot,
Live with brave tact the way love lights.
Now discern health in play and plot,
Opt fragrant act that syncs with sight;
Thrill in the feel as moments spring,
Etch in good taste that shrewd calm voice;
Bear with the chill as cold draughts fling,
Observe due haste to seize deep choice;
Offer to be what you allow,
Keep still and see that magic now.
Leon Enriquez
20 January 2017
Singapore
If each day is filled with
darkness,
And if the joy is hidden by grief,
Would we still choose to go on
taking every step?
And would we insist to extend
the dying tread?
If in each stumble there's a
helping hand that makes us rise
anew,
And if in every slip there's
someone who treats our painful
bleeding wound,
And if there's someone who
aligns our injured hopes,
Would we ever choose to give
up?
Or would we still long for
strength to stay alive?
If in our every cry there's a pair of
eyes staring at us,
The eyes that seemingly say:
"How can we be able to
overcome the giant mountains of
troubles, if our guide is shaky
and unstable too? "
We sure would choose to wipe
the tears being blown by the
wind, right?
To long again for the blessing
better than us.
Translated by Bernard F.
Asuncion from Gigi Endraca's
Ang pagpapalang higit kaysa atin
The flower and the bee are miracle signs.
To last forever when the spirit aligns.
The summer is abuzz with all of the fun.
A day to remember when love was outdone.
The most perfect design that holds the powers.
In the soft bosom found of gentle flowers.
Upon the summit of the holy mountain.
Flows our happiness from a godly fountain.
The masters of being steal the cosmic show.
Sending cool respite or brimstone and coal.
Redemption slips away fear fills the still air.
The crowd standing breathless with a frozen stare.
Then in the plainest sight the truth could be seen.
But in our dark vision we thought it a dream.
For life is not made fair it gives and it takes.
We chaulk up the sorrows and call it the breaks.
To find your destiny seek the promised land.
For all man's empires soon turn back to sand.
Standing there next to you the one that you seek.
The promise that you made was you wouldn't peek!
The drums awaken beneath my feet
My breath aligns with summer's heat
Each step repeats the sacred beat
Jingles answer earth to ground
They shimmer prayers with sound
I sew the story onto skin
Each cone an oath I carry in
Their silver tongues begin within
Ankles speak in moving light
Dresses know moving might
I follow rythm, new and old
From noises taught, a hand hold
It braids my hair, keeps me cold
Between strikes, answers reply
Pulse answers pulse; i fly
The floor becomes a lake of rain
My knees recall the coming pain
Each jingle breaks the falling chain
I dance healing into heart
For those who ache, I keep smart
The elders hum my hidden name
My steps return the gifted game
I wear the sound that says my fame
This dress of tin becomes home
Where bodies mend; spirits roam