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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono
A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back to an instant, springing forth that word grasped first in mumblings made by a question from what comes later.
Hawaiiana has amongst the narrowed rudiments containing 12 alphabets; 7 consonants; H - K - L - M - N - P - W, plus 5 vowels; A - E - I - O - U. In its wake, Hawaiians have improvised their grammar by accommodating words to include more than one meaning, it is known as, "equivocal". A different way of supplementing their shortfall via letterings is by repeating words, whereto, two aspects emerge, firstly and the most prevalent variant of Hawaiiana repeats is, word pluralization, simply by adding the 's' at the end, sort of speak. Then secondly is word emphasization, or best to be known as, word empowerment.
"Ho'o" is an energetic prefix, in and of itself though insignificant in the Hawaiiana context as a stand-alone word, implying "to make or making". In this example, the base word, "pono", is an equivocal word. In no respective order, first; moral qualities, uprightness, and decency. Second; a clear understanding, completeness, and being thorough. Third; correctly fulfilled, proper procedures, and accuracy. Fourth; prosperity, welfare, benefit, and equity. There remain several meanings that essentially are extensions of the foregoing.
Nevertheless, when the base word is repeated, then "Ho'oponopono" basically means to, "make right a wrong". The Hebrews call it "Kaphar".
Back to mumbling and anticipation as a kid faced up to grownup legs. A worn grimace is yon about pause steadily. Quizzative looks around the room and tempts a peek past the formidable figure that blocks nearly the whole of him. The aged utter clarity, "E pule ho'oponopono kakou", (Let us pray for correcting our wrongdoing), afterward, an amended kid embraces the closing answer, "Ae, ho'omaika'i ia oe", (Yes, victory is yours). On the whims of a pendulum, Ho'oponopono wanes as a learnt man winds a clock up to speed.
2021 May 28
Nothing lonelier than being alone in a crowd
standing still in a bustling sea of aliens
they speak their dialects and look
right through me as if I wasn’t there
Feeling insignificant I don’t belong
and everybody knows it
like an imposter trying to fit in
but wearing the wrong camouflage
I try to merge with oncoming traffic
but they ignore me and won’t let me in
refusing to give me a chance
I am not worthy and they let me know it
Secretly part of me thrives in their ostracism
content that I have made my attempt
that like amber in layers underneath
there is more to be found in silence
Inspired by movie “Lost in Translation”
AP: 3rd place 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Homeless, she was devastated:
her heart shattered into a thousand pieces,
she sold her body to survive the streets.
And a trail of needle marks tattooed
the arms of this throwaway girl;
whose spirit seemed as broken as her heart.
Crushed under the heel of reality;
she had no money, no future, and no choices:
but the one thing she did have was talent.
She expressed herself through street art,
drawing on another level, outside the box;
for a curious world to critique.
Spray-on paint morphed into her voice
as her muse mirrored what she saw;
in mesmerizing murals of lost hopes and dreams.
Someone posted her artwork online
and she was an instant hit;
going viral overnight.
But fame slowly stripped away her anonymity,
day by day, piece by piece.
And as time revealed the woman behind the art:
she attracted sponsors.
And this broken, gifted girl, metamorphosed:
from an insignificant caterpillar,
into an astonished butterfly;
who discovered she had the wings
with which to fly, all along.
Enthymeme:
A syllogism or other argument,
logical and ecological and theological,
in which a relational premise
or the rationally robust conclusion
is [0] unexpressed.
All truth is healthy
All beauty is truth
Therefore, All Beauty is [truly] Healthy
All trust grows democracy
All active distrust fuels elitist supremacy
Therefore, All isolating distrust smothers democracy
Where truth and trust remain confluently enthymematic
effluent
fertile
regenerative
resonant,
and resiliently so.
Effluent intuitive memory,
enthymematic,
in which one remedial subject
follows in-between the co-acclimating minor center
of the Other side's ZeroZone Earth purpose
for passionately nurturing comfort or punishment,
for regenerating organic balance or strategic imbalance,
for healing and moving ego's muted heart and voice
eco-therapeutically forward
Beauty speaking ecstasy
Green as leaves and grass
absorbing hues of blue and red
as ecofeminist Black lives
ultra-nonvioletly refuse to splatter
mere punishing avoidance
of healthy cultural climate matters,
Enthymematic rainbow allies
restore cooperative democratic responsibilities,
Enthymematic in-between tipping points
actively seeking feeling/thinking reparation opportunities
to move all EarthTribe's 3/5ths human theocracy
to 4/4 RealTime Democracy
in balancing keys of C
for CommonSense
YinSquared = Yang BigBang enlightenment,
bicameral secular liberation
into green peace sacred conservation
of almost Here with Now
enthymematic prememories
without closed
anti-systemic
dead reduced conclusions,
universally empty
entropic
absent
insignificant
chaotic without complexity...
Primal MuseSoul syllogisms,
MajorLeft and MinorRight
not not co-relationally balancing
Healthy WuWei EnthyMemes.
Most often, we go through our lives
So focused with our dreams, plans, and
Purposes, that we fail to see things that are,
On the surface, rather insignificant. But on
the other hand, they arrest us, and we give
thought to their realities. That is why I am
Inviting you to walk with me along the trails
Of a two digit number of a highway and a
Two digit numeric that has followed me for
Most of my life. Case in point:
I am not enchanted by mysteries, but for
A few years now, I have been intrigued by
The NUMBER 49. I do not attach anything
religious or prophetic to the NUMBER 49.
An¨y attention to this number reaches only
to the level of a small muse.
I was born in 1949
The primary roadway to from, and through
My birth place in the Southern Region was via
U S HIGHWAY 49.
My father died when I was 13 years of age,
But I was blessed with many more years
With my dear mother who passed away when
I was 49.
As I muse over what is basically trivia, it came
To mind that my oldest son turned 49 this year.
By the way, I tend to be a very serious minded
Person, but I must add that I am an avid fan
of trivialities.
Anyway, back to the numbers. I and my family
lived in San Francisco for 8 years, and I became
A real fan of the 49ers.
While living over 40 years in California, part of my
career was in the transportation industry. On that
Job, I drove thousands of miles on HIGHWAY 49
In the gold rush areas.
Four years ago, my wife of 54 years and I retired
and moved back to the Southern Region. We live within a hundred miles of where I was born. You guessed it. We live within walking distance from the same HIGHWAY 49 which Runs through the little community where I was born.
From dry wooden cracks
Seeps the elixir of life
Oozing out of its earthy shell
It crawls upon the outer walls
Of its once eternal prison
It flows and covers
Encompasses and drowns all
Preserving death within its clarity
All else seems insignificant and weak
Thus it perishes before the creeping nectar from within
The elements awaken
And let loose upon the forgotten and the lost
Time passes and clouds pass by
Frayed by the undying winds
The Sap Turns to Amber
Carries within its crystal the tales of an era
Trapped now in golden glass
Forever preserved, yet still forgotten
So the amber in our hearts preserves
Our defeats and triumphs
Within its recesses
Only the foolish are captivated by the luster
And only the wise see through to its core
I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there, is smudged.
It’s a curated mess, an advising spin,
an incomprehensible hex:
“Oh profit pondering,
contradictory means to an end
- bless weave, and conceal,
bloodless dollar debt options,
painful penny pincher paradoxes,
and deadly debt bliss dilemmas..”
“Is this a witch or an arbitrager?” Lisa asked, after rudely leaning over and reading up to this point.
“I was shooting for a numinous type of beat,” I revealed.
“We’re supposed to be working on our thesis definitions,” she said accusingly.
“Are you not challenged, here, hour by hour?” I asked sarcastically.
“I need ideas - well - I have too many ideas, I need some focus, I wanted to see what you had.”
I deadpan looked at her, “Well, you broke the spell - I lost my train.” I complained dryly.
“Don’t put me in a situation.” she said, waving my gripe off as insignificant.
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Songs for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
drive ME crazy! by Lil Yachty
Melt by Nilüfer Yany
A small and quite insignificant thought,
Can change the day quite drastically.
From reading a book, to pondering on dreams,
Can change the mindset entirley.
My dream began, with a very small change,
That altered my daily routine.
I’d take pride of myself, which wasn’t quite common,
I’d ensure that I kept myself clean.
From there my depression, would gradually go,
I wouldn’t feel lonely inside.
I felt my confidence, my posture and speech,
Would all begin to rise.
My confidence went up as the weeks went by,
I’d throw my life to the unknown.
I’d live each day, with a smiling face,
The days had gone where I’d cry.
I ask you now, to please love you,
For you’re the only one there is.
And if there’s no you, there’s a hole in the world,
No matter what you have been through.
It’s fine to cry, it’s fine to dance,
To talk and have time on your own,
Progress on your dreams, and throughout the years,
You’ll only progress and advance.
You are amazing, you’ve been blessed with existence,
Against countless universal odds,
You’re one a billion, and don’t forget that,
Even with negative resistance.
You deserve your life, and every minute,
Every memory in-between.
Don’t waste a day, in a bed to lay,
Regretting, when you’ll be a spirit.
I’m colliding into the river of radiant remnants
I’m freefalling seven hundred feet away from you
I’m elevating higher and higher like the break of dawn
I’m like an infant, opening up his eyes to the shadowy world before him
Escape with me to paradise
Empathy is in your lovely eyes
Engulf yourself into the elegant island of haven
Eager to reach the highest point in this darksome den
I’m collapsing into a thousand waves of sunshine
I’m feeling like a billion boulders breaking bit by bit
I’m subsiding from the bitterness and shame inside my grief-stricken soul
I’m ascending like fireworks in the midnight sky and I’m glimmering aglow
Acknowledge the pain left unseen, leaving me feeling unstable
Addicted to the many worries that course inside me as I lay down, feeling so vulnerable
Appreciate me for who I’ve become, not who I was before
And never, ever make me feel insignificant to the core
I’m escaping fantasy by accepting reality and its final outcome
I’m waiting patiently for something bigger than us - His Kingdom
I’m engulfing myself into streams of wonderfulness...no room for loneliness
I’m appreciating all the happiness and feeling hope beyond the tribulations of this lifetime, reaching out to incredible horizons of empathetic eustress
Journey starts
Kunming portraits;
Highway song
Here old and new
Merge yet apart;
Vignettes juxtapose
China welcomes
Both ancient and modern;
Sign of the times
Tour group confronts
Unfamiliar grounds;
Rough edges grind
Quaint ways of old
Ancient tales displaced;
Modern day norms intervene
Spectacular vistas
Natural wonders;
Man seems insignificant
Flood tide drowns
Flushing away;
False assumptions destroyed
Gust of wind
Reveals new passages;
Knowing does not know
Mountain peaks
Valleys well-clustered;
Fertile grounds well-used
Everywhere we go
People of all tribes;
A Chinese pageant
Human nature speaks
Polite tones sway;
Touch of humble quiet
These Chinese people:
Kind, warm, hospitable --
A touch of home
Himalayan backdrop
Mountains for company;
Melodrama purged
Methinks that I
Could hideaway here;
Unknown, undisturbed
One sure currency:
The Chinese language;
Pervasive, ubiquitous
Vast is the land
Far as our eye span;
Beyond imagery
Trades of all sorts
Risk is a sure thing;
Living is risky business
Ancient towns
Showpieces that speak;
In steady silence
Rivers and streams
Winding into quaint towns;
Ancient as old time
Pulse of the moment
Camera shutter snapshots;
Still life captured
Picture posture
By this arched bridge;
Keepsake souvenir
Sensory pursuits
Old Town bazaars;
Hasty trinkets acquired
Silver artisans
Hammer away;
Creations of white metal
Bric-bracs scattered
Awaiting curious eyes;
That impulse buy in tow
Round this village
Tourist show piece;
Modern commerce prevails
Bargains await
Hungry customers;
Weathered Oriental wares
In this roundabout square
Locals and tourists stride;
Seek new-found distractions
Spring time weather
Hot and dry and windy;
Like home without humidity
Our tour guide --
Cautions that silver jewellery
Best bought from reputable shops
Cheap price often
Compromises quality;
Authentic stuff cost much more
Lessons unlearnt
On-the-road trade routes;
Return odd regrets
A silver bangle
Heavy with 99 percent;
Quality speaks tons
Scattered eateries
Street vendors offer;
Glimpses that never die
So much to see,
Words fail description;
Feelings explore facts
Only ten days here
We see yet do not see;
Only vague interpretations
All too soon
Sojourn over;
Yunnan in mind mists
Leon Enriquez
31 May 2014
Singapore