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Beneath the surface of the perceptive mortal senses
the mind nestles the buds of dreams it desires to see bloom.
Allured by avid aspirations into insipid ignorance,
it suffers wandering in the wilderness of discontent.
Under the convoluted layers of the mangled mind
languishes the servile soul at the impervious inner depth,
until enlightenment dawns with the light of the eternal truth,
building with dedicated spirit the holy linkage with the absolute.
Travelling on the enlightened pathway of devout life,
an inward journey to the sacred sanctum of spirituality,
takes the soul to the ultimate destination of liberation,
where realization perceives the meaning of emotions.
The swirling currents of the vagrant mind
find the current course of intuitive introspection
through the layers of consciousness,
dissipate in the shade beneath the divine lamp
that illumines the swathe of the dark acuity.
The soul then shines in the heavenly glow,
reflecting the patina of the perception lotus,
as the self-searching comprehensive odyssey ends
at the sanctified altar of supreme mindfulness.
Distanced from the thought-swamped past
the merger configures awareness in the realm of now.
In the onyx night, the drizzle of argentine stardust,
symbolizing the sequins of sensual epithet
of the vibrant existential melodic essence,
adorns the pearl-laced waves of the rolling psychic sea,
that spreads seamlessly to the baroque emotive shore
though the bay of bliss of the musical mind,
echoing the tune of the soulful symphony.
The rain-washed sparkling sky of the new day,
enwrapped in the chromatic trellis of the rising sun,
spreads the spectrum of corporeal perception,
fabricated by the fascinating sense of the vibrato of life,
weaved as the tapestry of transient feelings
with the lattice of self-drawn imagery of kaleidoscopic now.
The congenial current of contemporary time,
defused in the miasma of the marooned mind,
turns the indented poignant impulses
into lyrical crescendo of consciousness concerto.
On its sonorous serenading wings,
the awakened awareness flies in the sky of sensual sonata
to the harmonic realm of euphoria,
realizes the nicety of the unequivocal notion
that life is a song to be sung in now continuum.
Aviating aspirations
of effervescent incandescence
spread psychic plasma
of primal sensual spectrum,
painting the exuding exuberance
of the indigo emotions
on the convoluted sullen sky,
fantasy configures with contours of memory
fascinating fresco
of the mental panorama,
suffused with halcyon hues
of sublime sensitivity
embedded in exalted ecstasy,
blooming bemused
in seraphic color blast
of floral kaleidoscopic spring,
awaits the assault of summer
in the credulous mindscape.
In cracked somber soil,
draped by dismal dust
of extant cinnamon ground,
where the deserted heart desiccates
in the yearning core,
when auburn anguish
pervades passively
and creeps with crafty camouflage
in the wilted veins
of the fallen autumn leaves,
as fragile rootless essence
rustles restive
with the olive tune
of serenading sanguinity.
Emotive eyes weep
the concealed tears unshed
in torrent of torment,
fill the impulsive cauldron
of pent-up pathos,
forlorn life’s desolate distillate
designs the malachite crystal canopy,
shining with emerald buoyancy
in the jade thicket
on the eroded banks
of awakened awareness,
while classical cadence
of symphonic zephyr,
drifting with the sonata spirit
of fleeting fervor
from the yonder plateau
of rolling passion,
vibrates with timeless rhythm
on the waves of rhapsody
in the bay of bliss,
glides with the enthralling melody
of the harmonic heart,
pulsating spellbound
with the lilting lyric
of the lavender lagoon.
. In
. Love
& Lust
IT swells
Configures
IT consumes
IT envelopesall
Like flaming airs
Reclaiming voids
IT declares intent
Now the Ego’ lost
Now ‘i’ surrenders
Connecting voids
Swelling of will, in
. contiguous flow ; acting in now
IT is Consciousness
IT is the. ONE that acts
IT is also THE inspiration
IT can possess OR can transform.
IT also envelops IT permeates forms
One that preludes' IS. formless/ with form
There a desire to Be. also to conquer & tame
There, effort to Know. also emotion, to proclaim
IT is the complete Play; soaked in; of the very same
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To experience, is to Be, is JNAN. TANTRA is to relate; to relish
. JNAN says :
"Know that wherever you are, it is the very same Self"
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....In theosophy of two Men; Buddha and Shankara
.....disparaging viewpoints; finally met on a ground
...........as in joining of two hands; left and right
...................It was the field of TANTRA
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Visual Poetry N A M A S T E
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Rainy deluge
Wetness clouds;
Moody day
~~~~~~~~~
Sitting still
Thoughts subside;
Just being
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Stray stopover
Fluffy white snow;
Harsh elements
~~~~~~~~~
Death configures
Body at rest;
Time cut short
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Snowy cascade
Fluffy feel;
Freezing here
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Old-timers
Strolling hand-in-hand;
Lifetime of love
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Brisk snowfall
Wild swirls here;
White splashes
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Wet departure
Goodbye kiss;
Sad glimpses
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Cold winds blow
Misty wild;
Wintry beauty
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Old hands clutch
Strolling together;
Fond memories
~~~~~~~~~~
Howling wind
Facial caress;
Abrupt moment
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Wind howling
Passing my way;
Stillness loiters
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Angry hands
White walls echo;
Primal angst
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Workday jigsaw
Frustration swells;
Angry climax
~~~~~~~~~
Hand-in-hand
Evening interlude;
Bliss sublime
~~~~~~~~~
Steep ascent
Happy surprise;
Wonder awaits
~~~~~~~~~~
Chinese tea
Yunnan glimpses;
Eight years since
~~~~~~~~~
Fragrant bite
Chocolate ganache cake;
Ecstasy sums
~~~~~~~~~
Silent stillness
Quiet contemplation;
Devotional
~~~~~~~~~
Joy wears well
Facial contours;
Happy eyes light
~~~~~~~~~
My darling sleeps
Speaks softly;
Pillow caress
~~~~~~~~~
Moments brief
Crystalline tears;
Grief saturates
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Leon Enriquez
25 April 2017
Singapore
Someone stuck in the tunnel
dug in the desolate desert of deprivation,
doesn’t know what conceived in notion
constitutes the rationale of the thing
people of perception define
as the art of living, etched by elusive mirage,
in the free ambit of lively sunshine,
flooding the oasis of sanguinity.
Survival struggle pushes desperately
the languished life into the dark abyss,
breaks the fragile frame of the fleeting future,
the shards are thrown as the moments unlived,
in the debris of abject rejection,
unable to rise from the clasping chasm,
even if arduously tried.
Failing to find the escape route in the dark,
can’t kindle the candle of hope
to light up the unseen elusive end
of the gloomy tunnel of time,
but survival instinct lingers within bleak confine,
motivates to crawl frenziedly to the illusive future.
The meadow of florid translucent mind,
clear of convoluted shadows of confusion,
cast by the jagged thicket of ambiguity,
glows in the transit of fleeting moments,
rippling in the cascade of time,
latticed with the momentary luster
of the passing rays of sunset spectrum.
The sensitive passion, sparkling secretly
with the sequins of ever transient euphoria,
configures with evanescent radiance of certainty
the undeniable rational context of perception,
conveying everything has time to come and go,
for time stops for no one.
In the dark alley of time the thoughts of being wanders
with the sliced life stumbling on the pitfalls of blunder.
The frailty of the indistinct fragile future
casts the shadow of despair on the intrinsic nature
that dissipates in the tormenting darkness,
turning the spent spirit into mundane nothingness.
The search for a glittering highway to escape
and to carve for the split self’s egoistic entity shapes,
configures the facets of essence with contrasting elements,
chasing the migrating mirage of illusive opulence
until in the mended mindscape sprouts sagacious sense,
not to be allured by imperial impermanence of duality.
Detached from the confused life’s thin binary threads,
awareness sinks in the depth of eternal singular psyche
where time is consumed by the timeless deep silence,
where the joy of living dances in resonance
with the pristine perception that rises from abyss.
The soul then is the supreme thought of sublime bliss.
With the final fusion of duality with infinite euphoria,
the spiritual passage across the perception stratum,
achieved by the introspective amalgamation
of the fractured notions through transcendence,
merges the division of outside-in and inside-out,
as innate harmony integrates the multiplicity of the self.
“When passion creates the lyric of life to sing together,
the entrancing spell doesn’t end for love is magical.” – By Poet
The southern breeze ripples in spring ambiance,
enthralled, I see you sprint like a fairy
in the shimmer of the flushing meadow,
your disheveled hair swirling softly on your face.
The ebony lattice of lilting grace designed
on the blushing face that enlivens
with my wispy caress as I morph into a flying petal,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
You glisten in the golden gleam of twilight,
your smile configures the ethereal charisma
with the slices of silver lined cloud,
shining on the leitmotif of my yearning.
When in the avid wind of longing
you fly beguiled like a butterfly,
I become a flower to get the waft of fleeting wings,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
My amorous window opens wide
on the fervent facade of your fascinating charm,
I see you dance to the rhythm of rapture,
embracing me with an enchanting trance.
I then turn into a leaf of the tree I nurtured,
delighted it falls and quivers,
lying awhile on your luscious lips,
as love makes a magical spell for me.
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March 18, 2023
Word chosen : Magic
Contest : Writing Challenge - "M" Words
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Acta Non Verba... Speaks Volumes
The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase,
(concatenated with two English words),
I regale chance reader
immediately sets ablaze
title of poem with timeless adage,
aptly suits this solitary
older male, whose daze
spent on planet Earth
aimless curriculum vitae
configures a zigzag maze
significant blocks of time
poorly aye now appraise
and rue so little forethought
wrought starry eyed glaze
amiss to any Amish,
colonial, horse drawn observer
passing by in their chaise
puzzled, asper my
doggone catatonic gaze
indicative as if me mind
lost in a foggy haze
yours truly attests,
concurs, he now flays
chastises, fulminates, lays
hard and heavy lament,
albeit cloistered frivolous,
lackadaisical, unproductive... ways
apathetic, estranged, indifferent...
ambivalent state comatose phase
toward life, when at young age
lacked joie de vivre evincing braise
zen lee oblivious zombie behavior
upon quick observation displayed craze
zee demeanor synonymous
with institutionalized craze
zee wardens of the state,
and at present realize futility to raise
hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight
shines figurative light on
how appeared to laze
about lost in space,
within outer limits
of my own twilight zone ways!
Through the wires, miracles of a sparkling age
Provide the means to make contact;
And in the closing petals of dusk, or the full bloom of dawn,
Configures the channels by which we interact.
The snow dust outside sits like visual cocaine on the lines,
Glittering with the allure of addictive import,
Holding fast the gaze of those singularly bedazzled,
Captivating the dreaming of minds in consort.
How does one express the value of such dreams,
The true worth of the vibes of relating,
The meaning of friendships marbled with affection,
How does one express the beauteous integrating?
And in not knowing which medium speaks supreme,
The vessel most appropriate to address,
I think of the female poem that you are, and all your meaning,
And hope this versed creation serves you best.
For the friendship I have felt course through the wires,
The sensate focus of your gentle heart and mind,
Infused in me such life and zestful warmth
By communiqués so sweet and so refined.
So I thank you for the rare gifts you bestow upon my soul,
The precious time and all that you impart,
And I thank you for the friend that I shall always dwell upon,
Through the wires and from the bottom of my heart.
The rhapsody of rainbow
melts in morose mélange,
the concoction of colors
bleeds bland in
shattered silence,
sucked out
of crumbled core
of sensuous cloud,
soothing rain rinses
the stains in broken hearts,
shades of grey paints
the frayed linen of love,
redundant.
The requiem
of longing patina
of repentant rose
resonates melancholic medley
in the portals of petals,
the faded gloss
turns into tears
in pearls of mourning dew,
desiccates uncared
under the summer sun
of the desert mind,
the wilted flower falls
on weathered gravestone
of spent passion,
departed.
The cacophony captured
in the melody of forlorn music,
chaotic symphony floats
out of tune
on disharmonic wave,
strained smiles displayed
with elusive enactment
in ostentatious podium of life,
songs turn into echo
of convoluted noise
in hollow souls,
pretentious.
The intriguing facet
of listless life
seen entranced
through liquefied layers
of cynical stratum,
configures pessimism
in the sunken essence
of living exaltation,
the apparent aspect
refracts defiled expression
of warped existence,
enshrined.