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A storm came
overhead my walk today
sifting throughout this pathway,
separating the pavement away
from the dross.
Yes, only puddles retire from this rain,
clearing out the filth that withdraw as stains;
now wetting my shoes into a frustrating gloss.
I could’ve ignored this availing sake,
at the detriment of waiting
for a better day.
But I know it would only be for a loss.
Losing the ripe for the stale and ache.
Looking for the brighter shade
behind the coming moons
rippling and paling wake.
Trading necessities for a single chance
of grasping at straws.
Yes, it may stay
in the offing, it just may
ornament a skyline painted
in an aurora of dawn,
crowning our horizon
in another morning,
on another day,
where faith is a little stronger,
where promises can become made.
Where hope can linger a little longer
but never forever
as, for the world,
tomorrow
always comes.
Yet, in some defiance,
I found an obligation to today.
I needed.
my body demanded.
my wishes pleaded
for something
of which there’s no one
to call.
So yes,
today it rained
and I found beauty
in this misfortunate luck,
with valid reasons to complain
I could only focus on blessings I found
on my walk.
I just hope
it isn’t all for distractions
for a pain I’ve forgotten
how to recognize.
Adverse effects may
always be hidden as a cost.
No, I hope
in tomorrow’s day,
if fortune favors my fate,
I can continue
seeking out
this balance
that brings me back to the calm.
You are called for greatness and I have equipped you with all you need to successfully walk in all that I have destined for you; it is up to you whether or not you choose to accept the challenge
"Every detail that makes you who you are is different from the others. Your identity is not found in others, you are special and perfect in my eyes."-God
With me is wisdom and strength, I have counsel and understanding. (?Job? ?12?:?13? KJV)???
"Every goal that you want to reach in life can be reached but there will be obstacles and distractions that will penetrate you and convince you to take another route. DO NOT TURN AWAY FROM THE ROAD I HAVE SET BEFORE YOU!! For I am your shelter and refuge in me alone is where you will find your strength."- God
No matter how difficult the road ahead may be always remember that all things work together for the good of those who love me and are called according to my purpose
Without counsel purposes are disappointed: but in the multitude of counsellors they are established. (?Proverbs? ?15?:?22? KJV)???
Every purpose is established by counsel: and with good advice make war. (?Proverbs? ?20?:?18? KJV)???
I will take you to higher heights everything you are going through now will make you stronger and bolder only if you trust wholly in all that I am. I have called you to fly. I am guiding you let me take the lead. You have been destined to lead a generation but in order to do that right you must let me take the lead in your life. You are my child and I love you more than you will ever know. There will be times in life where you will feel like giving up, but that is not an option for you. For I am with you everywhere you go and I have proclaimed that I will never leave you nor forsake you my light shines brighter than brightest light house in the ocean. I am filling your heart with a fresh anointing of my spirit. Embrace all that I am in your hearts and never forget that you have been called for greatness!
When equanimity falls to the wayside
And the eyes empirically survey the hillside,
It’s Einstein’s time that I can’t bide,
Mawkish mental masturbation adroitly I chide,
Thy self,
Then my discreet self in its inchoate knowledge of reality,
Like the mass of humanity
Dissembling about Nature,
And Nature in turn disassembles matter, that we build up and think
Matters,
Your death is no grand spectacle even if it seems to be,
wrought cosmologies wield fantastical narratives of eternity,
Even when my hero Nietzsche in his tautology: Amor Fati unfolds itself like origami into eternal recurrence
Don’t get any ideas about permanence.
Take an uncompromising acceptance of reality, isn’t that just akin to Buddhist philosophy?
As discreet markings form abstract symbols of meaning in letters that form alphabets, that form words, that form sentences, that form phrases that compose ideology to compel us and histories, that inform us of existence, don’t get too cozy with them as they have a way of presenting like the Horizon,
The horizon, you know is just an illusion.
I do not subscribe to Pascal’s wager, Dawkins showed me the light,
I do not matter much, but no matter, as surely as I exist nothing is more precious.
All religious cosmologies aside, miraculous evocative entertainments beguiling distractions,
"Cogito ergo sum" Descartes comforting statement.
You bring the inside out,
this doubting mind can be certain of existence, by our certain doubt.
(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 85)
For Ridwan Kilani Tobiloba
I know no rhythm can shake Your body
But please upon him You are embody
Like peace unto the night before morning
Driving away sleep and forcing yawning
That Ridwan couldn't wait the dawn
To have his day of the year's super fun
I know no one can bribe Your stand
Nor even wishes can grant our demand
But in the true care for today being lovely
Wishes train breaths in joyful heart quantitatively
Bring alive the forgone dreams of his
To light brightly the foes who love to hiss
I know nothing can stop Your set standard
But of our take, senses meandered
Our ways like river flowing to remain unstoppable
Forcing the way to heal the ones so abominable
Which set up within the flash of forgiveness
Trying to lure dews raining in its aloofness
I know no offering can bind our requests
Nor sermons can hospitalize us-- guests
Unless You are in each before pronounced
Then we shall remain new to be bounced
Off and on till bitten by thee our lord
For no reason reasoning can whole word
I know no plead can cancel my punishment
His own too be for only freedom attachment
To issue the divine gifts for today
And lay low the big cross on his way
As planned for celebration and laughter
Let other side distractions flow like water
I know no heart can know his time
Grant him days, months, years to his prime
That define him graciously blessed of age
And not just the barrier to be free inside cage
But of strength, peace and joy reigning on high
And not the fearless prank of suspended tie
Two poetic hydrangea mobiles ~ happy or sad, take your pick
~
Weeping hydrangeas spill
sapphire tears falling,
drenching grey scale gardens
suspended, free flowing
a mobile of distractions
on tiny threads scattered
above clouded daydreams
Worded floating silent streams,
spinning slowly, creating phrases
on whirlwind petals,
browned edges frame
whispered wonderings
sans answers
upon somber breezes
of yesterday’s questions
or
A cappella Hydrangeas
send harmonic petals floating
upon melodic wind chime breezes,
suspended soft concerto clouds
on love sonnet strings
tuned to a spring day,
as flowering symphonies,
acoustic mobiles of emotion
bloom within a garden
of daffodils dreams
in unison with lyrical
compositions of nature’s
enchanting song
~
God asked me is that really what you want?
A man that truly doesn't care about your heart?
Who will take advantage of your kindness and only think about himself?
While you would put his heart above everyone else,
At that moment I thought of the past and now,
And how God weeded each of them out,
And placed me alone again so I could see,
I no longer felt trapped, and He gave me peace,
A freedom in my heart I can't quite describe,
Even through the pain and the tears in my eyes,
Like I could finally breathe again with purpose to thrive,
Like I've never felt more alive,
I thought of the apostle Paul with his words that I could now understand,
And I remembered that feeling of being alone again,
Not alone in the sense that you think,
Got engulfed my heart around everything,
All of a sudden I could focus without interruption in the way,
And I realized not one man I chose really loved God this way,
They didn't respect the faith and the love I held for God,
And at that moment I thanked God they were gone,
Because the distractions were taking me farther away,
Away from my first love, diminishing my faith,
SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.
I CAME TO EARTH WITH
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.
It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.
As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images
and reflections innate.
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.
Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt.
Everything was intact
when I came to earth.
Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.
Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud,
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child
I tried to make her
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for
the first time that day.
I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.
Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always
hold on to my Spiritual soul.
Years passed and I gathered
more of their distorted truth's
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in.
The body I had
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that
caused me distress
I could hardly hear
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted
like a snowball in a furnace.
The lust of the big people
no longer allowed
me the freedom childhood.
Now jaded with the
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted.
Before the news spreads from my heart to my head,
With a clear view of the paper with my hand holding the pen,
The impact is startling, and then within minutes,
I sit back and can't believe my heart really wrote this,
My day to day vocabulary is not the same,
I wake up with the first line, and the rest falls on the page,
My mind is clear with no distractions involved,
Its like waking up to receive that one emergency phone call,
That needs to be said whether I like to hear it or not,
And needs to be written down immediately on the spot,
My mind is clear and my heart is focused,
Awakened from my slumber, dumbfounded I wrote this,
During the day distractions move so fast,
I believe this is the time when my heart can grasp,
That when I am rest my eyes can see,
Throughout the day taking in everything,
Like a sponge soaking in all the information,
To waking up with new revelations...
Feel the pulse
Dawn ushers light;
Songbird sermon
~~~~~~~~~
Noisy feet detour
Winding footpath;
Suffocates silence
~~~~~~~~~
Busy overload
Mobile devices talk;
Choking silence
~~~~~~~~~
Dreams evaporate
Working day attire;
Drowsy loitering
~~~~~~~~~
Morning temple crowd
Chanting melody;
Incensed offerings
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy eyes gaze
Blurry focus here;
Work day conspires
~~~~~~~~~
Blank faces
Crowded lift descends;
Zero contracts
~~~~~~~~~
Strange interface
Sea of faces;
Out-of-place
~~~~~~~~~
Subtle tension
Deliberate silence;
Roaming devices
~~~~~~~~~
Office mall complex
Busy feet intersect;
Faces unnoticed
~~~~~~~~~
Cold weather presides
Mindful meditation;
Sense finds feeling
~~~~~~~~~
Pretty woman
Crowded atmosphere;
Train ride punctuation
~~~~~~~~~
Stray conversations
Handy mobile cellphones;
Subway friendly talk time
~~~~~~~~~
Shaggy dog walking
Owner on a leash;
Random fertiliser
~~~~~~~~~
Office encounters
Dance of work regime;
Busy distractions
~~~~~~~~~
Business verbiage
Action in commotion;
Productivity gains
~~~~~~~~~
Sea of faces
Awesome potential;
Lost in a crowd
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
19 January 2015
Singapore
Is it lax, laziness, lethargy, sloth, or stagnancy?
Or is it like the calm quietness of a crocodile?
Is it a temporary entrance into fantasy?
Or is it being with the ceaseless spirit for a while?
Like a crane, as though in slumber, stands solemn and soundless.
Alert to grab the best of the fish that comes on its way
So too one on an endeavour, though within feels boundless.
Opts for the Zen form, and from all distractions stays away.
The silence that lies in passing from this world to the next
The tranquil interval between death and resurrection
When humans await, with eternity, to be annexed
Eternal Spirit offers profuse grace and protection.
This quiescence, not lifelessness, like treasures, one should earn.
To dwell, like the saints, in the sacred silence, one should learn