Long Buddhist Poems
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The perfect year,
two equal halves.
One with leaves
one without.
Forest thinning out.
Bring indoors
swing sets, pools, smiles, thoughts.
Having enough and not much else is a lot.
The transfer of funds is a loving gratitude for work well done.
Not self-sufficient unless self
is defined as family, community and nation.
The world.
Universe.
Thus,
I settle my haunches like a bear content, snug into coming winter.
House will be warm notwithstanding the Muslim-Judeo-Christian condition
not to mention the Hindu-Buddhist vortex.
Searching space
for an entity
to unite us as humanity.
Carbon-based, earthbound
meeting, understanding and absorbing
the clicking, algorithmic logic
of passionately computing species, insects, machines, bacteria.
A world moves only as fast as you think.
If it moves faster you're not thinking, you're it, dead, chemicals redistributed
in an ever more painless process.
What are my feelings exactly?
Systemic joy.
Lovely the logic
we have invented and applied
identifying, specifying, classifying.
It can keep you busy
counting, praying
while all the leaves are falling.
What changes for you
when God
becomes a synonym for warm
and living
regenerative Earth?
What changes for you
if God the Son
becomes God the SunLight
and Goddess MoonLight
of seasons
creating robust
resonant
resilient
rich nutritionally complex reasons?
What changes for you
as the HolySpirit
becomes our multigenerational egosystems
composing
re-creating
reweaving
a global cooperative EcoSystem
holonic
integral
multicultural
synergetic
intersectionally connected
multi-paradigmatic
polypathic metaphonic?
If you are a polytheistic Buddhist
or Taoist Ecologist,
perhaps you are already Left with Right
bicamerally
bilaterally
binomially compassionately wired this way.
But, if you are western
left hemisphere
male dominant
nonbinary-prejudiced
and/or privileged capitalist
patriarchal
trinitarian violently revolutionary,
not so much ecofeminist spiraling restorative evolutionary,
then you might notice a win/win change,
more freedom,
less win/lose fear
anger
anxiety about alien Other's hate speech,
DemonicOther's over-investment in extracting health resources
from and of and for
with and in and on
wealthy Sacred Earth.
What is the difference between an atheist and a panentheist?
Atheists cannot discover any signs of divinity outside ourselves
While the panentheist uncovers what organizes interior landscapes
and exterior climates.
In Buddhism we have a principle of Emptiness
and a correlated principle of Interdependence.
Atheists stop rather abruptly with the Emptiness platform
while panentheists are bogged down by all us Interdependents,
sorting through co-dependent relationships
but without the therapy bills
Emptiness feels like an unfamiliar but theoretically endarkening relief,
like co-relational belonging
before association turns into sour longing loneliness.
So maybe a LeftBrain empty atheist
is also a RightBrain interdependent polytheist,
and the two together are a panentheistic Buddhist.
There is no inconsistency here.
just two faces of eternally timeless
human longing to divinely belong,
just as time is lost to sensory review
when it becomes most sacredly replete.
Other than that, one is harder to spell
and takes a whole lot longer to say.
Pipe Dreams
Though I have a woman’s heart; it pounds with
dragon’s fire. Curled about the core of self,
I have lain in wait for Asia with claw, and horn.
Linked-locks and keys have spined beneath my hand
upon the tourist’s rails of China’s Great Wall where
builder’s bones rattle for redress upon the wind.
It is not China’s Long but Ryu ’s heart which pounds.
This was no place, no place for me.
Paper boats zhezhi have blessed my dreams. The
Divine Wind eases my way across a sea of longing
to Nippon. My two-chambered
heart can have but one loyalty—
I say no to the soldiers,
strident in beige and red—
Senkaku’s waves buoy me.
Buddhist temples waver mirage-like in
a gray-white haze of frankincense, the scent
of ever after, lays about me.
For links of love and family, are stronger,
than those of coercion and the gun—I will
island shelter—refine remnants—separate myself
from clay become porcelain—
beneath tori arches; I walk.
A stream in Kyoto
a bronze statue of a ballerina
dancing on point
within a circle
of gnats—
First Published in the Spring of 2017 by Illumen
Good earth styles
Fine ample grass;
A fine raiment
Sun and rain speak
Splurge fond refrain;
Rainbows echo
Dawn flings
Shadows drowned;
Awake to birdsong
Man-made park
Forest architecture;
In the city
Journey here
Begin within;
Greet the sea shore
Waves splashing
Jetty promenade;
Fishing trip moments
Offshore boat ride
Temple pilgrimage;
Kusu Island awaits
By temple hall
Ancestral tablets;
Silence mitigates
Sunday church service
Congregation sings;
Amen to that
Buddhist mantra
Chanting meditation;
Mindfully aware
God's children come
Kingdom awaits;
Barter for bread
Hindu yogi
Beyond samsara;
Lotus posture
Muslim Renaissance
Faith revival;
Touch of grace
Sufi thinker
Austere profoundness;
Lessons to learn
Taoist philosophy
Yin-Yang address;
Harmony presides
Christian theology
Heaven and Hell;
Symbols and signs
Jewish piety
Despite persecution;
People of God
God wears
Many hats;
Each a religion
Wise men tell
From all faiths:
God is Love
Men of Science
Men of God;
Bridge the gap
Go beyond faith
Rest in stillness;
Walk the middle way
God's children
Need love and light;
Stern compassion works
A wise man said:
Live and let live;
Do not shed blood
Keep your faith,
Love all colours;
See human rainbows
Leon Enriquez
05 August 2014
Singapore
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or some other eye catching
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awaits deft ploy of marksman/
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whose ontological, mythological,
historical...basis replaced
essence mined to the Maximus,
and references to FACTS erased
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to the forefront of popular media
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quoting P. T. Barnum,
there's a sucker chased
and born every minute, and
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(held together by
toothpicks and paste)
tall as the Taj Mahal,
which occasion aced
with fanfare including
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(Sponge Bob Square Pants)
International Angelman Day
International Childhood Cancer Awareness Day
Lupercalia
National Caregivers Day -
February 15, 2019
(Third Friday in February)
National Gumdrop Day
National Hippo Day
Nirvana Day – (Buddhist)
Remember the Maine Day
Susan B. Anthony Day
World Information Architecture Day -
February 15, 2019
(Third Friday in February).
I once knew a bricklayer named Bruno
And a lunatic known as Joan,
A Buddhist some called Judas
And a policeman who was always stoned.
Now Bruno wasn’t brilliant
But he sure could build a wall –
And when he wasn’t making mortar
He heard a different call.
Some say it came from mixing up
The water, mud and sand
While others say he had a friend
Only he could see and understand.
He often talked while working
To his invisible, fanciful friend
Who taught him how to build high arches
That reached the sky and wishful winds.
Joan heard voices and made big choices
Like building castles in the clouds –
For God and friends her head would spin
And no one knows quite how.
While Judas was a peaceful man
Always smiling from deep within –
But someone killed him, mistakenly
For some other traitorous friend.
And last but not least the policeman,
A stoner on the beat –
Who never arrested anyone
Being usually half asleep.
While loving his mortal enemy
Even those who wished him dead –
He didn’t seem to mind being lost in time
“I have the right to remain silent,” he said.
The moral of this story
If ever one exists –
Is nothing more and nothing less
Than every soul is entitled to bliss.
The things I've been, the things I have been, the things I am, things I'm to be,
a symbol so dark, a sign so brite, a mark of the heart,
shadow of the soul,
rind of mind,
as the Buddhist meditates on mandalas of rich color,cycles,devas,dangers & devotions
I embrace the world with all my senses, with vigilance,
riled rhapsody,
Christians sewing psalms into the conscious
confounded with temptation, condemnation & damnation,
as Buddhists focused towards an ineffable destination
my terminus is an awareness that explains purpose without pain or pleasure
but with an indomitable patience for being in perfection,
as blue is blue for blue,
Freemasons have their acacia & aprons,
the magic of History, of memory, of Brotherhood,
I shall memorize the wrong & right of my behavior, of my beliefs,
carry the cross of carelessness, rub beads of bemusement,
scratch thy palms upon the rough ashlar,
bleed for the sake of beauty, for the right of recognition,
as a hawk glides and swoops with an exactitude
reminding One not to waste effort, to combine instinct & strategy
into trusted tactics, salvation found in solitude,
intuition aimed at the heavens can demonstrate
there is knowledge in not knowing,
serenity can be secured through suffering, happiness in creative endurance,
a nomad, a monk, mother of a nobody
may teach that freedom is measured as strength through degrees,
chessmen bespeak the value of loyalty & sacrafice,
police have a badge, judges gavels, bankers use notes, psychologists study dreams,
artists utilize shapes & sounds to elicit feelings
evoking meaning for life,
perhaps superstition is ultimate motivation,
subjective & collective interpratations for reality which make it all tolerable,
that special definition making life personal,
when a culture abandons, or forgets the symbols of it's constructs
how can it survive,
continuity can not color & inspire posterity,
a tree without water,
as when a human neglects itself,
disfiguring the ideal into something rueful or baleful,
then the mystic symbol must change with it
as rich soil to mud,
the symbology survives, elastic and plastic like a spider web in the wind,
nature will always reconstruct,
teaching that our lives are inflamed imprints for the future -
J.A.B.
On the June 11th, 1963,
Thich Quang Duc, a Buddhist Monk,
sat down in the Lotus position on a street in Saigon.
His fellow monks poured petrol on him as he had requested.
He sat there for a moment not taking a breath.
He nodded and set himself on fire and burned himself to death.
He was protesting against the mistreatment of Buddhists,
by the Catholic South Vietnamese government.
It is difficult to imagine what he was thinking in his last moments.
I trust he was saying a Buddhist prayer like this one:
“ Today has passed, Life is getting shorter ,
Like a fish out of water, nothing fun about that
Masses must be diligent, Let go the fire in the head
Just remember impermanence.
Do not let go of it, hear the bell, reduce afflictions
Greet wisdom, Leave hell, Escape ignorance
Save all beings from suffering ”.
Is this the age of Fire and Ice?
The time when men take up guns again,
Or will tomorrow see the glorious rain,
Forgo the need for Fire.
Since the 90s my teachers
taught me, gave me the tools
since then, I've learned
Tibetan Buddhists have no rules
Some Karmic life-changing practices:
Tame my ego
Place others first
Give unconditionally
All this thinking is intertwined
can't be separated, you will find
Karma's much more I've found
than "what goes around comes around"
Karmic consequence means higher rebirth
notice the Buddha, he's touching the earth
grounded intention to do the right thing
is the way to liberation good acts bring
Westerners think individuals breed success
easterners foster Karma "loving kindness"
dissolve the ego, meditate, look within
you end up "awake" but it's tough to begin
My life has been changed in every which way
living Buddhist principles through each day
if you could choose a practice to possess
it might well be Karmic Kindness