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I sit on my couch on the terrace watching the dawn.
The struggling sun is still hugging the eastern mountains.
It shines with a shy orange hue casting no shadows.
A sweet breath blows inwards from over the placid lake.
Upon the roof, I hear the low murmur of wild doves.
Spring is not so far, may it arrive quickly enough.
I look down on my lawn, alas the white crocus spent,
It matters not since fragrant flowers will now flourish.
Wild plants can already be seen, their buds opening,
Cyprus sedge, Winterberry holly amongst others
Will provide the water's edge with grandiose landscape.
A skein of geese in usual formation flew fast enough,
No doubt eager to find a place for their mating spree.
And as the sun begins it upwards trajectory,
I languish so pleasantly in the countryside's peace,
Wait with enthusiasm, as my wife prepares breakfast,
Inhale the fine aroma of fresh roasted dark coffee.
She intended to teach history
of philosophy,
but no history-buffed
economic or political listening philosophers signed on.
So, s/he decided to try
an empowerment class on ecological
and historical interrelationships
as found in systematic multicultural theology,
but no polycultural theologians
with divine win/win synergetic communication experience
came to actively listen
to and for each sacred Others' feeling
thoughts.
So, s/he offered a space
for polypathically enlightening cooperative economists
to speak ecosystemically
among our nutritional health-networking selves,
as both teachers and listeners,
speakers and readers,
but too late--
All her potential consumer/producers
were busily writing
and marketing their own autonomously competing passions
and dispassions,
posting multi-sensory courageous
and curious selfies.
So, s/he opened a blogsite
to facilitate sharing and telling
compassionate historical creation stories
of ecological
theologically multicultural
mutually cooperative WholeEarth-gaming communication
And that was the last robust ecopolitical co-investment
and first we've heard
from him and her
ego and eco
left and right
western capitalistic patriarchal culture
still speaking evangelically up and out
with yang-outdoor bipolar shouting privileged voices,
and eastern compassionate inside
healing dipolar co-arising
feeling/thinking choices.
Although now lost in complexity
of robust nutritional life,
I'm fairly sure
EarthMother originally intended to teach history
of emotion-listening philo/sophia,
but no history-buffed
bilaterally listening philo-sophiers signed on
to notice her diverse sensory-neural climates.
Come to me my eastern star, to your love mystery Avatar,
travel the path of my tantric wish to where touch is holy spectacular,
discover the dharma that has delivered the dream of Ardhanarishvara
into the spine of your psychosexual lifeline, the vine of divine quanta
polishing the pearl of vipassana embedded firmly in the crown of your psychic flora,
Bring with you the faith of infinite love fire
that fuels the physics of fantasy's fearless desire
votives of violet vibration, the birthright of a Lotus Queen
born between motives of midnight storms and sunrise rose opening,
we will ride the ancient equinox that lusts for our sacred senses uniting -
J.A.B.
And it will shower on the
Eastern Gate
A rain so hard
it wouldn't wait
The sound and actions
tornado's make
Moving earth with
instant haste
The flow of water
from up above
And wind so swift
to remove the cover of
That which men
would try to prevent
Would be a delay of time
actually sent
The Mount of Olives
also split
In the chain of event
of which it fit's
Maybe I'm guessing
predicting a time
For a Moses miracle
sent by the Divine
For some too soon
for other too late
Some say predictions
others say "We wait"
Scholars think they
have the keys
Telling time with
scripture reads
But the Sprit tells us
before its too late
The faithful listen
not given a date
The Prophets tell us
what they saw
To give a date
is against the law
When will open
the Eastern Gate?
The ultimate sign
the ultimate fate
Will it be wonderful
or a problem some face
Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth's spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned
healthy light intention.
Each regeneration absorbing fertile flowering fruit
to recreate communal caring communication
climax
through primal musical vibrant metaphor
of ego-death mortality
compassioned yintegrity
repurposed into regenerational eco-lives,
past through future win/win epic intentions,
virtuous virality of EarthTribe's manic DNA
for thriving health
as wealthy Yangish solo anthems.
Each courageous ego
a metaphor for Earth's curiously spiraling revolution
iconic of DNA's bilaterally rising and falling structural evolution,
curved waves
yang and yin spherical iconic metaphors
for left and right cranial hemispheres
emerging informed by patriarchal Western predative history
and nondualistically reformed Eastern enculturation
cooperatively co-parasitic;
Creolizing curious white light supremacy
as not not color multicultural sublimation,
monocultural suppression,
both/and polyphonic and polypathic
right-brain resonant
so also left-brain super-resilient
multicultural ecological co-empowering
monocultural theology
supplanting ego's pursuit of monotheistic disempowering
from-above wealth
Of communally sung and danced metaphor,
sacred silent
replete with secular vibrations,
seductive and reductive,
inductive and deductive
co-arising ego/eco-sublime
metaphoric muse
of cultured octave scale
and tone
and hue;
vibrating tables of eight-fold elements
eco/theo-logically metaphonic
cooperative caring communion
both/and disunion.
Form:
Furry mice
Many years ago, I was in Houston (Texas) to victualize
a new cargo ship, back then a ship carried a large crew
for all the functions needed.
The ship chandler was keen to show me his enormous
freezer, beef, mutton, pork, and chicken, he also sold
horse meat, but not to the Nordic or the British for
who eating horseflesh was akin to eating your
relatives.
However, the Frenc, the Belgians, and the Dutch had
no such hangups, as did ships with flags from eastern
countries bothered by such sentiment.
He told me they had come over furry mice alive and
well and breeding, I asked to see one of these creatures
they had killed them- after all, it- is- about vermin
I had a mental picture of them looking like aggressive
but tiny polar bears biting my finger when I try to
catch one of them, or look like black bears as long as
they didn't look like rats.
Shipping in Norway was big business, employed
about 50 to 60 thousand people, but when the flag
was internationalized, seafaring history ended
In our time, modern ships are nearly fully automatic
only a handful of computer readers are needed
and for food, a drone delivers hamburgers with hot
fries and soft drinks.
This is the ultimate goal of all industries to function
without staff, selling goods to the unemployed?
I live atop a Mountain, look to the East , the sky Kaleidoscopes , Red and Pink
I live atop a Mountain, look to the West, the sun so brilliant your Eyes Blink
To the East You see the Dusk creeping, slowly across the lush Landscape
To the West, the sky Kaleidoscopes, Red and Pink, the sun plans its escape
In the Eastern firmament, the first star of the evening awaken by sunset: Shines
The Western Atmosphere feels the Slowly creeping Dusk,slowly through the Vines
A Full Moon displays the shadows of Earth , Gone are the colours of the EAST
If YOU want to see this again : Watch For the first Star of the Western Sky
( Deceased )
The EAST - “ SUNRISE “ ~~~ The WEST - ” SUNSET “
TOGETHER FOR EVER
Can you see that it's time
With no watch on your arm
Is there hope to survive
If you've done bought the farm
When all things feel right
Does the moment just flow
How can a man say
What he doesn't know
If your neck deep in the stream
Shouldn't you know how to swim
If there's truth in the ring
Should you step out and give in
Do all mountain tops
Come with a slope
How can a man reach the heights
If his life view is low
Are you late to the central
In Eastern time
If it's really that simple
Then why's it so hard to find
Have you often faltered
Where you've clearly been
How can a man love
If he's never let love in
If your deep in the dream
Can you be what you want to be
If your dream was a train
Would it run out of steam
Could you hold onto the promise
If the words aren't there to lend
How can a man start over
Once he's reached his end
MH
By eastern shores, an island state;
A red dot small on the world map;
Work weaves a core to seal our fate;
We heed the call to bridge our gaps.
We greet the world with steadfast poise;
Align our hearts and minds to live;
Let focus swirl with steady choice;
Explore the art to serve and give.
There is a way to do what's right;
Live with spirit that forges proof;
Let peace portray a simple light;
Watch work and wit abide in truth.
Yes with one poise, we live and play;
Our women wear meek charming smiles;
Our children voice a sanguine say;
Ambition fares in brand new styles.
May all our dreams for Singapore
Bring fond blessings for one and all;
May cheery schemes bring joy galore;
May your passing bind big and small.
May all things good now happen here;
May we be strong when trials entwine;
May our true mood be one of cheer;
May anthem song rouse yours and mine!
May faith and hope steer lovely days;
May love help live your legacy;
Your foresight scopes our vibrant ways;
Your spirit lives in all we see.
Goodbye dear son of Singapore:
The way you paved brought us thus far;
Each dawn, the sun blesses our shores;
Rest with the brave fond sparkling stars.
Leon Enriquez
24 March 2015
Singapore
An iridescent sapphire cuts into the night’s sky clearly
a gift unasked for and predestined appears solidity
love is the luster smelted inside the eastern chambers afar
Hooked upon the waxing moon’s burgeoning smile that shines
mesmerizing silver shadows dance under your bloodstained beams
beckoning freedom in an heavenly escape reflects back unconditionally
A tantalising call nurtured on the precarious wind surrounds the soul
shaded Sacred Heart images dance beckoning inside chorographic unison
never imagined acceptance of grace awaits in your tender loving embrace
A co-written piece by Liam Mcdaid & Donna Loughman unrhymed tercets