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In a summer like no other, eternity was just a moment, a dream for us,
You and I, running through fields, wild children in the cradle of the heart,
Angels floating over untouched daisies, breathing fragments of the sky,
Under rain or sun, we were together, bathed in light and poetry.
On the summer grass, we lay wrapped in the intoxicating scent of flowers,
Not even the rain could wash away the innocence we breathed deeply,
It was a summer like no other, a paradox of time and fleeting memories,
The summer we met, two souls wrapped in melancholic magic.
In every breeze, an echo of our laughter undefeated by time,
Like a sea in storm, our calm was a deep mystery,
We floated through moments, dressed in metaphors of butterflies and sunbeams,
It was a summer like no other, a dance of hearts under the infinite sky.
In the flow of consciousness, the memory of our first meeting is a shooting star,
Lighting the way to a universe where paradox becomes reality,
A time of unspoken poetry, of dreams born from silent glances,
In that summer like no other, magic came to life in our hearts.
God has sent out His divine light
penetrating through darkness sublime
so to illuminate so it deeply shines
to reveal scripture in its highest prime
This light is not only external
for it reaches deep into hearts
giving light to know God's glory
seeing Jesus Christ in no small part
But some think they know God
their actions showed Him no honour
for their minds were solely futile
having foolish hearts intent on style
God's gospel is available upon all
the scholar and the unlearned alike
His call reaches their godly presence
enabling them to peddle one spiritual bike
Every person has God's awareness
so innate to touch the deepest heart
the gospel's saving belief touches the mind
to enlighten it of God's glory in no small part
(For God, who said, “Let light shine out of darkness,” has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.
2 Corinthians 4: 6 (ESV)
" A saving belief of the gospel arises from the mind's being enlightened to behold the divine glory of the things it exhibits.
The simplest and least educated person, as well as scholars, come to a well-grounded faith when (2 Cor. 4: 6) touches that innate awareness of God that every person has(Rom. 1: 21).")
- Jonathan Edwards (1703-1758)
I hopelessly wandered in this lost valley of unseen beauty.
The wind whispered warmly, flowing around, and it comforts me.
Begging me, as her clear water gently laps at my feet.
Rest, stay awhile, cry with me, as your painful journey of Love, recedes.
We feel your raw broken heart from your past.
We again cry with you, knowing it will never last.
Your broken heart will heal and mend,
We left it alone, it will open to love again.
Our Mother is tenderly reaching out with her loving heart.
She whispers in my ear, let your fear depart.
Relax now, breathe deeply, search out your fear, she implores.
Why do you still hold on to this pain as she explores.
Please walk with me and take my hand and see what surrounds you.
My eyes begin to clear from tears I shed to witness this magical view.
I dropped to my knees gasping in awe to what is before me.
A pure clear vision of Earth, all her light radiating into the land and sea.
Gaia turns to me saying “you are now seeing the real life in us”
“Your dear Heart will create a more beautiful presence so pure and Just.”
It happened in a blink of an eye as I release all fear from my spirit.
Knowing now that only love is the song of angels, can you hear it?
Ever since I was a kid in college
something troubling has been on my mind,
put evolution near morality
and many contradictions you will find.
Our instincts versus our sentience,
blood programming pit against free choice,
and now matter how I looked at it all,
there were hard truths that I could not avoid.
That so many things we think are moral
give us no evolutionary edge,
that the only place some virtues work
is in the world that’s inside our head.
The nice guy always does seem to finish last,
functional bullies get all of the girls;
men are not loved unconditionally,
only for what we bring to the world.
We like to think we can talk it all out,
but sometimes people do need a smack;
we study hard to make things better,
then just get farther and farther off-track.
We give to help those people in need,
then it just ends in dependency,
so many thinks that we think must be right
just seem to deepen the tragedy.
The things that we think, the things that we feel,
seem to drag us all until we’re insane,
what we want to build, and what the world allows,
are not exactly one and the same.
When I realized this, and other such things,
I spent many years just trying to think
of why evolution would produce a beast
whose brain would contradict its own instincts?
Why can we think of things that can never be?
what good are goals we can never achieve?
It seems like we’ve been set up for failure,
there had to be some reason, I believed.
For those reasons I chose biology,
got a professorship and did research,
probed deeply into the depths of the mind,
won countless accolades for my work.
Ran across endless theories of why
we contradict ourselves at such cost,
but every bit solved brought ten new questions,
all that toil, and I was still at a loss.
But the need to know remained every strong,
and though it nearly cost me my career,
I started probing the faiths of the world
to see what older wisdom might appear.
Though they have their flaws that one must wade through,
and their practitioner so very human,
they also retain time-tested ideas,
that have proved their use again and again.
I focused on the archaeologists,
combing over lost texts and old sites,
and at first it seemed I was stymied again,
until I got a phone call late one night…
CONTINUES IS PART II.
Deifying a great teacher
is also a great way to make some money,
to establish a new commercial market
selling redemption from fear and ultimate failure.
I find Jesus of Nazareth's gospel message richly nutritious
compelling and resonant
when I have full co-empathic faith
that he taught a Way for all individual humans,
and historical-cultural tribes,
to consciously comprehend Earth-natured life
as Sun-spirited love
co-arising crown/rooted hybrid compost
for eternal health and safety
of EarthTribe's co-creation,
Trees of PolyNomial Life as Not-Not Paradoxical Death
reversing Life as Time-DeGeneration.
This view, however, is a profoundly inclusive version
of our co-operative Golden Rule,
and its DoubleReverse Corollary,
"Be not as you would not have others
co-arisingly become, intend, and operate
against you."
While this is deeply rich wisdom
about our divinely humane opportunity and risk,
this wisdom can only optimize with neurodiverse inclusive intention
and will to co-evolve our own-with-Others'
win/win redemption
within each sacred EarthTribe
panentheistic moment of love life
as full-elational
co-empathic health.
Wealthy development of co-empathic love
grows cooperative inclusive political economics
of discernment and choice-making,
planning and development,
which cannot work effectively,
with optimal resonance and resilience,
within an overly commodified,
deductively divided,
anthroprivileged monotheistic market,
driven by bottom line fear of inhumane death
as loss of timeless EarthTribe now,
rather than loving a healthy rebirthing
neurosystemically functional
reverse-embryonic process
back into deep co-elational TransParent nest
from which Sun enlightenment
and Earth empowerment
co-empathically emerged
convex monotheistic light
and concave panentheistic dark.
Jesus as God.
Perhaps only possible
when HolySpirit
is panentheistically co-present
at hand,
now as always,
cooperating our slow-growth political power relationships
as co-arising economic transactions
of pleasure health
for Beloved Bodhisattva compassion wealth.
Wealth of Eartheistic
0-soul neuro-receptors
health caring
EarthTribal wealthy
and sacred humanity.
(Dedicated to the Seeker in You.)
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Learn to sit still,
Let all things go;
Breathe slowly.
Learn calm goodwill,
Observe the flow;
Feel true beauty.
~~~~~
Be silent now,
Let tension fall,
Watch you see you.
Be beyond how,
Purge bitter gall,
Feel you know you.
~~~~~
Go deep within,
Go deeper still;
Go to your soul.
Go beyond seen,
Go beyond will;
Go beyond poles.
~~~~~
Listen calmly,
Open your heart,
Open your mind.
Listen deeply,
See where things start,
See what you find.
~~~~~
Observe a poise,
See what you see;
Sense fine goodwill.
Observe a voice,
Hear what you see;
Feel a warm thrill.
~~~~~
Cleanse your sore heart,
Let go of pain;
Let go of fear.
Cleanse your odd parts,
Let go of strain;
Let go right here.
~~~~~
Seek to know joy,
Seek ample space;
Seek what you seek.
Go beyond ploys,
Go beyond face;
Go beyond peaks.
~~~~~
There is a way,
A certain hint;
A secret choice.
There is a play,
A wondrous mint;
A precious poise.
~~~~~
Splendour awaits
Here at the gate;
Here love sculpts scope.
Grandeur awaits
Here with wise fate;
Here faith moves hope.
~~~~~
Become the grace
You need to give;
Joy knows happy.
Become the face
You need to live;
Love feels cheery.
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2014
Singapore
The wonderful woman buried there
Molded me in her hands with vision’s care
Of enthusiastic pot maker’s creativity;
Ushered me in this world of cruelty
And gallant gave me her sweet breast
Of milk so my spirit was the joy’s crown;
She held me tight in her balmy bosom
So such sincere sense of security
Handed me everlasting love of purity.
The wonderful woman buried there
Gained me my identity as sturdy as a snare;
Her great feat in edification
Lent intellect to my premature years
Hence now I stay alive wholly because of her-
No human race can subsist without mother.
The wonderful woman buried there
Self-sacrificed herself on the cross’s jolt
Flaking searing tears of salt through droughts
So I may grow to be a man neigh naughty
But a man educated deeply like her-
When the tears fell on my countenance,
The tears did not taste of salt
But like the crack of dawn’s sun.
The wonderful woman buried there
In that sinister sepulcher, beneath the cross
The lady whose epitaph reads:
‘Herein rests lady, Dr Trusila
PhD Social Motherhood,
A committed mother, sociable worker,
Human liberation seeker,
The sun for her lone son….’
The wonderful woman buried there,
The brilliant woman who gave me life
That woman who is masked there is my mother.
She had never felt so loved, past threshold
of turning back to familiar home
There was comfort in arms that held
her statuesque form, heart fine honed
His cruelty made her kind, bound to commit
to vows she once thought she could not follow
Free spirit reigned in, free will did permit
dependance on hope's promise, now hollow
Embedded deeply in heart and in mind,
integrity fired truth to be her guide
knowing full well all she would leave behind
To give her best was all she could try
But for the fact she was so much hated
She would not have known love, underrated
Aqua Marine 02/04/2024
Inspiration: Portrait of a Lady by Henry James.
Bend the horn to find the note/
In the depths of the universe, you find harmony and rhythm, spinning planets in jazz sync, a cosmic dance with Sun Ra/
maybe he can set us free/
the jazz riff rises and resonates deeply/
It’s sound ready to take hold/
In the gut, where the soul finds its voice/
jazz might take you to a heavenly place/
man, what’s jazz anyway?
will you dig It till you die?
chill and cool out, let the music take you higher, like Sly and the Family Stone would say/
Blow, man, blow, let your passion show, set your spirit on fire, and don’t let go/
The trip through gigs, under neon lights, jazz club shows, ignite the nights, man, that’s show biz/
street corner magic, in self-discovery, playing our truths, setting our spirits free, House parties buzzing, the basement alive, flatbed jammin’, where creativity thrives/
anywhere, we find our place to be, In the freedom of jazz like It outta be/
For in every note, every beat, every radio play/
we discover ourselves in the jazz of the day.
Time is a complicated concept. Truth and opinion throw me off. Some songs just have a way where they just completely embody my entire being and hold me in a hug till the end. I don't understand how any of this works and every time I try to wrap my mind around it I feel a lightness taking over. It's like I am made to let this unknown force take over for a minute. It's like some other worldly being has allowed my brain a rest. As time passes I sit and look at the air as if something is there looking back. I hear it in my head on occasion, a small response to my ever present questions. Why am I alive? Why is anyone alive? What is going on? But just as I question what is going on, a minute or so has passed, and it's no longer what is going on but what was going on. So long this has puzzled me that I've near given up on searching for a solution and now I embrace it willingly. When I feel it coming in I set my eyes in a place where one would not think anything of it. Instead of at a wall, I look towards an open book in my palms or out the window rather than at a face. I breathe deeply making sure every single cell in my body has enough oxygen to keep going. Sometimes I remind myself that I am not a single person but millions and millions of cells and because matter cannot be created or destroyed, I was always here and even after I die, I will still be here. Maybe in another form but that’s beside the point. If cells make up my entire being but none of them have autonomy or personality, how do I?
I've realized we will never truly die.