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For my Cousin LISA
THANKS for LOOKING INTO Me..
Thanks for all that you see,
when you look..INTO me.
An inspirational moment,
between you and I.
A spiritual connection,
A REALLY GOOD CRY.
There are times that we share,
Whether good or bad.
It's the funniest thing,
we never end up mad.
We fight through the messes,
that are scattered around.
WE ASK for our blessings,
..and soon they are found.
Our true Faith in GOD..
bonds us so tight.
A talk about life..
in the wee hours of night.
We speak from our hearts.
Some will say other..
Your not only my cousin,
sometimes like a mother.
You encourage me.
Guide me.
Seen me through.
I hope I do the same
for you, too!
When God broke the mold
He had already made two.
..and what was left..
was ME and YOU.
Ever since born, my parents whom I know
And through them my siblings, each grandparent,
Aunts, uncles and cousins with whom I owe
And share by birth a blood bond that they grant,
I wonder still, no links by me are made
Like friend’s or spouse’ whose knot can get broken
May last long as I live, or may well fade
Whilst bonds of blood for life are not token.
All said, if true identity is soul,
If I’m the part as an individual,
He, the total, an undivided whole,
Can part be separated from total?
If truly mine, yet Him I know not still,
What wonder if I sink in mire at will.
_______________________________
Musings | 01.07.2026 | birth, parents, relationship, soul/self, spiritual, Sonnet
Note: The bond of birth and blood makes lasting relationship till life. But there is another bond that transcends life-- the bond truly advaita (of non-duality) of an individual soul and the supreme soul. Yet, Him who’s truly my own, I know not, and hence is neglected by me. What happens when I am free from this lifelong mire, when realization dawns? This is the subject matter of the next sonnet: When dawns my life’s new dawn.
Smiling do you know something
With friendship and love
we understand each other
part of a growing family
love is not me alone
I am not beneath you or above oneself
you hold equal inside deep
As I respect every decision
that we all feel in each others heart
This poem I write
just for you not me
it's not all one sided
Just stood back dawning
at this very moment in time
completely I trust you
With this heart
running deeper into the soul
Your my best friend
we have both seen and shared
the darkest shades of each other
and you know me very well
We know each other smiling
funny I have always loved you
From the beginning
friendships will last forever
always there to aid
A helping hand when needed
now that's what I call true love
not in a physical sense
standing by each other
in times of need not just me
sometimes I am wrong
but try my best
I will for you
We went headlong into Joshua Tree,
the four of us.
Flower maps, Del Taco stops, cigarette butts, and Steel Kettle
armed us through the hot desert air.
This was a time when my voice was lost,
that passionate pointing of your being.
I worked my way through the weekend like the cursor unguided,
drifting across the computer screen.
And this was okay. We find things in the desert.
Traces of the forgotten, colors blooming from
endless rock and sand. Friendship and intimacy
playing like the praying of folded hands, fingers
of the landscape entwining with the fingers of man.
It all seemed so untouched, we felt,
as our own lives spilled out of us drip by drip
across the fire, seeking new bonds
and dropping old baggage, sparkling and crackling
Into dark cool night.
The all-revealing sun in our mornings set sweltering
the space between our hairs, above our eyes,
within our speech, making slick and dizzy
our touching as we hiked, hopped,
climbed, and perched unforgiving surfaces.
Back now, after the drive, the plane, the park-and-ride, and now the office...
my voice still fills a few feet from my body,
though now I know it's still with me,
naked, exposed and wanting as it was
laid out over the natural scars of the wild desert.
I heard it's call, I heard my name,
and knew all that I was, and am, and will ever be.
Family ties groom fond feelings:
So by and by love says strange things.
Hearts in-sync know a certain touch:
Feeling a flow of love as such.
Here heart to heart souls grow as kin:
Family starts from ties unseen.
A human touch frames ties that bind:
A lavish nudge frames kin and kind.
Blood ties can bring feelings that link:
Watch kinship string beyond mere think.
Here space and time seem to mellow:
No logic rhymes fate we swallow.
In good and bad our bonds face fate:
In joy and sad love's never late.
When kin meets kind change and fate glow:
A strange odd sign that kinship shows.
Leon Enriquez
16 May 2018
Singapore
Tribute to those who took arms
War after war
And to those who helped
In every way the oppressed
Walking through the museum
Stirs feelings of ancestry and debt due
To generations past
Who fought for our freedom and way of life
Walls dark and grim
Solemn respectful silence
Deep solace
Recognition
Everywhere nostalgic photos of
Solidarity and lifelong bonds
Born amid harshest of times
Lonely hearts so far from home
In worst imaginable conditions
Where the littlest acts of kindness
And camaraderie were so greatly appreciated
Sparking hope ever so slightly
Amid death all around
Read on air by invitation ~ June 1, 2021 'LATE NIGHT POETS'
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 18, 2017 for contest HERO sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 3RD
Why do you think my land is yours
Because you want to live like me
What makes you think you can exploit my dreams
Just because I live where all are free
My fathers shed their blood for this
My brothers, sweat and tears
But all you see are the rewards
Rewards that belong to my peers
I toil every single day
So I can pass this culture down
To those who will not tarnish it
And sell it out for a crown
So why do you think my labor
Now was stolen from your hand
It's sad you live a hopeless life
In your twisted, futile land
You have your home, defend it
Keep your alien culture there
Too bad you cannot see the ones
That holds you with false prayer
Your fathers taught you servitude
Your brothers gave you strife
You cower in your sacred place
Afraid to look at life
God gives us the will to forge our way
When ancient ways prove vile
Release the bonds of servitude
Refuse to bear their guile
Stand and fight the menace
That is your father's creed
Or live your life in slavery
For that's what your culture breeds
My heart's screaming itself free from this cage
A druming that's crumbling, it beats a mistake
It needs to escape or relate to its equal
Its been through a maze of hatred for people
Crossing nature with evil and feeling confused
Its shameless, see through, beaten and bruised
Total strangers it speaks to, indecent abuse
And of she who changed from a queen to a noose
So the dream we produce based on experience
Is constantly evolved and relates to the period
Stays chained to the neariest one it dared to hug
Just long enough to become another careless love
And in dispair its thrust; in worlds unfair, unjust
So much broken bonds the tounge's scared to trust
And aware of such complexities, the debts increased
A heart outnumbered by punctures and left to bleed
This stress preceeds everything that gets released
So I accept the rest, and try not to let it get to me ..
"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20
The coloured space refracts the Creator's essence
A vision soaked in palettes with threefold lens
RGB, HSV, or Lab—three in dimension, yet one in hue
In every shade and gradation, His light shines through
There are no depths from which He does not gleam
In blackest nights, faint sparks can still be seen
A triune of quarks swirl in quantum lore
Chromodynamic sparks weld together the atoms' cores.
Galaxies ignite where the elements unite
As trichrome charge converges to white
'Til eons pass and the stars cave in
And remnant dusts collide to birth new kin
What wondrous run, what state of art!
The world we tread on beats with iron heart
Fe, atom number 26, is a sacred sign
To the tetragrammaton, YHVH, His name divine
Then to its mass, add neutrons—30 in all
The age when priests (and Christ) are given call
As Iron-56 stands, most stable of time and space
Thus our lives shall be, when yielded to His grace
In all of this the bonds shout eight-point-eight
When fusion peaks, new dawn shall propagate
Through life of stars the Spirit breathes
Through crimson blood that iron sheathes
Abundant life is encoded within the Son's name
As the oxygen in air sparks resurrection's flame
Even the atmospheres bear witness to the cross
The Word is inscribed in all of cosmos
Thus Nature's Laws pulsate with His decrees
Woven in Love, not random debris
From stellar breaths to fermion spins
Every speck of existence are God's fingerprints
the sun was fixed in the sky
like a fugitive in an orange jumpsuit
radiating anger.
the evergreen forest was shedding
to carpet the steeled winter
earth. pinecones and needles in
a mosaic of brown and green.
the swing set sat neglected
chains rusted, slack like
abandoned moorings.
it creaked under the stress
of your weight, unsure of itself.
its chains, yawning after years
of hibernation, start to sway,
back and forth, picking up
speed and confidence.
In a flash you’re off the
swing, gliding through thick,
wet air to land on your
hands and knees in the
mulch. The intractable wood
opens the soft flesh of your
palms. The strawberry red
blood glistens in the late
Sunday light.
A dog barks indifferently
at the sun as it sheds its
cumbersome bonds and
falls back into the earth.