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Feel the earth twirl
In ancient swirl,
A weary world
Hurling through space
By laws that trace,
A path of grace
Feel the sure light
That sparkles bright,
A glorious sight
Zooming through time
By divine rhymes,
A mystic mime
Feel the sure flow
Feed all that grows,
A grandeur shows
Observe the known
A calm touch shown,
Known yet unknown
Feel the music
In sights cryptic,
One grand magic
See sensuous play
In wonder's say,
Glimpse fond array
Feel the pulse here
In love most clear,
Watch wonder steer
Christmas brings hope
As faith now scopes,
For man can cope
Feel joy that springs
From love that flings,
Grace makes us sing
Each human heart
Can ever start,
Spark lovely art
Feel the fine dawn
Sweep away yawns,
Usher new morn
Go on your way
To live and play,
Happy Birthday
Feel warm delight
Greet with insight,
Live precious flight
So many years
Have brought you here,
That much is clear
Feel that sure ease
In living peace,
Love brings release
Peace to all men
For heaven sends
A love that trends
Feel a calm joy
That funds employ,
Enjoy life's ploys
Begin and start
With loving hearts,
For love makes art
Feel deep within
A touch unseen,
Felt yet not see
Leon Enriquez
25 December 2014
Singapore
The naturalist in us all
Burying the deepest it only resides
Realism forever more
Whether or not... everything only ties
We can never be who we are
Because everyday we are all trying to be
Minds and time never on par
Why is there a certainty we always see?
How do we apply what we want?
In every other country deem foreign
Are there laws never knowing we can run?
Are there enough differences we never really care to learn?
There is no naturalism in what we do
Because what we have done did not just come by
The kind of hardship we know but never knew until
What we do was earned and not for reasons why
We are all products of how natural we can't be
Dare I say naturalism are those without minds...
You do know we all have freedom without freedom to be free
Because the world will never tell you but remind...
Isn’t there a selfish desire we all crave for?
Purely for the trenches of our minds
Roaming in the realms of our hopeless reality.
What accumulates and what festers there
Is all good and all evil
Its total usage of power and of brute and of control.
Balance is forbidden
Sharing and caring are ripped at the roots
No universal laws are attached
Only the laws one enacts as universal.
What festers in my own
Is a hunger for impeccable strength
Muscled to my core and a core of vigour
Of mind and of body.
To be invincible is to sit above all that destroys man
If such an ache could erect this desire
The elements would be of my control
And every right I would declare pious
And every regret would be food for the maggots.
What accumulates the creation
Of this wanted deception
Is no matter of good nor evil, but fear.
We are the new humans of a new poverty
Of anxiety and dread and distress.
We look to survive with the future in mind
Surviving incidents that have yet to occur
But we think we know it will.
I despise my weak physique
My lack of sense infuriates me
How they interact with the world frightens me.
I want to live in the other world
Striking fear into those who harm me
I want my wants to exist
In this realm of limited and impossible laws
I just want to live the better version of me
To save me from all of you
Don’t you want that, too?
I’m so happy you could all come out
to walk these woods today,
it’s important that we commune with nature
and hear what she might say.
For the trees must be our brothers,
and the animals, sisters dear,
we must from them try to learn
to touch the Earth free of man’s fear.
There are those who say beating down
the mountains are what they're for,
but we shall show them that wilderness
is so very, very much more.
There is a great peace and a spirit,
open to all who dare to see,
I hope it speaks to all of you
the way that it speaks to me.
It is just a quarter-mile further,
and then we will be there,
a play to reflect and mediate—
Holy crap! It’s a bear!
Help! Noooo—shoot it! Friggin' shoot it—
Ahhhh!!!!
…Park Rangers today shot and killed the rogue black bear involved in the near-fatal mauling of a noted environmental activist last Thursday…
I’m so happy you could all come out
to trek through the wilds today.
You have all you side-arms ready,
and for safety, you bear-mace?
It’s important that we see nature
for what it will always be,
a place of beauty to appreciate,
but one where danger is lurking.
Your fellow hiker is your bother,
and on each other we must rely,
cause there are a million things out here
that can easily make you die.
Profound as all of this may seem,
recall that here there are no laws,
and plenty of things ready to
pull you down with iron jaws.
Nature is no religious thing,
it is a scene we’ve long escaped,
and though it seems rejuvenating,
please don’t make the mistake
of thinking you can be truly free
of Darwin’s rules at work,
they care not it you’re virtuous,
or an absolute, utter jerk.
But if you want to go onward,
I will gladly take you there,
though I’ve got only one eye left,
so kindly watch for bears.
…I hate those damn beasts.
C-O-R-O-N-A V-I-R-U-S L-O-C-K D-O-W-N (Acrostic)
C- Coming as human killer on this earth civic -C
O- Opening wings of poison secretly infect too -O
R- Rule cruelly overall the human body server -R
O- Out-breaking cough, sneeze, bad fever also -O
N- None knows it before from the planet of human -N
A- Available it is in world as harmful virus Corona -A
V- Vehemently infects the tiny living things as sav -V
I- Inheriting the cell of body power it kills every 'I' -I
R- Rears it inside body small to big disease as far -R
U- Until spoil it spreads death pangs between me and you -U
S- Self-awareness can save from such these germs -S
L- Live safe in home quarantine coz pandemic is cruel -L
O- Old or child nobody is safe from this unknown disease, so -O
C- Cooperate with govt. laws abiding the true religion ethic -C
K- Keeping neat and clear the self body from the toxic track -K
D- Do practice best to save the panicked heart from sad -D
O- Out of home now injurious to health though it feels zoo -O
W- Wealth is not health, knowing self is wealth, this if we knew -W
N- Nature would help us to save the world from these ruin -N
04.04.2020 Chattogram
The night sinks into a sleepy spell,
like a wanderer lost in the intoxication of opium.
Woven from restless threads of fire,
a landscape of artificial memories rises.
With shattered faith, I search again
for tender, illusory lips,
Yet every touch becomes a cactus thorn
breaking through desert stone,
and on my parched chest
a scorching blaze roars on.
With sky-sized thoughts, I once held
the world within my palm,
the same hand that carries the ache of gentle sorrow,
the same hand that keeps the tireless memory
of touching you,
My lifelong devotion to love.
O weary life, indifferent whim,
Do not let me fade away.
There is still something left
of all I’ve sacrificed.
Grant me, at last, a taste of fulfilment.
In shrinking and changing,
I lost myself and became a vein beneath the skin.
A miraculous maze swirls around me
in a world steeped in prejudice.
I am absorbed in uprooting
the hidden senses of a sky full of stars.
My own thoughts grow greedy for me,
a wavering silence in the hollows of the heart…
A night drunk on desire,
moonlight glistening like rhythm in my pulse.
My bashful, beloved body twists itself
around my two legs.
Through the stillness breaks a pungent,
burned scent, slipping into every crease
of my panting breath.
At the festival dusk descends
a subtle, saddened longing,
and the harbour of my heart
flutters with restlessness.
The moss-covered, lively grasshoppers of emptiness
are exiled today, withdrawn.
Youth, drunk on the wine of night,
casts off its homely burdens
and reveals time’s three faces.
With its beak lifted, it crosses
the rambling city of confusion,
and even streaming rains
cannot wash shame away.
The inevitable self moves through all of it,
like a ripened body
in Chaitra’s harvest fields.
The intoxicated night devours me whole.
From life’s canvas,
luxurious dreams tumble down in heaps.
The marketplace of the world moves on
by its own laws of immortality,
and the opium-drenched night
keeps me spinning in eager dreamlust,
in the naked deceit
of bewildered memory.
Note:
Chaitra- the dry season month in the Bengali calendar.
January 23 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Exodus 17-19
Key Verse – Exodus 17:1 And all the congregation of the children of Israel journeyed from the wilderness of Sin, after their journeys, according to the commandment of the LORD, and pitched in Rephidim…
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY JOURNEY DIRECTOR
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your commandment-deed
Thank You for smiting my pride and its vanity-seed
Please forgive me for chiding because of my seemingly unmet need…
Help me submit to You willingly as You faithfully lead.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your holiness-hill
Thank You for holding my hands so Your assigned tasks I can fulfill
Please forgive me for complaining because of my stubborn will…
Help me overcome carnality’s pull while on Your altar I keep still.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your laws I must follow
Thank You for delivering my soul from travails that overflow
Please forgive me for manifesting my trust so shallow…
Help me rejoice in You midst Your goodness-glow.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your standards for sacrifices
Thank You for teaching my mind with wisdom of prudent performances
Please forgive me for compromising along earthly causes…
Help me glorify You by Your grace in growing along biblical processes.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your peacefulness
Thank You for ruling over my personality by Your loving kindness
Please forgive me for hearkening to the voice of worldliness…
Help me depend on You, departing from selfishness’ emptiness.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your kingdom advancement
Thank You for sanctifying my heart for sincere Gospel-sharing-involvement
Please forgive me for ignoring Your exhortation and encouragement…
Help me commit to You my desire for revival of spiritual enrichment.
Lord God, You are my journey Director toward Your blessings so exceeding
Thank You for answering my prayer as to You I’m heeding
Please forgive me for descending to unbelief and there hiding…
Help me reach promised land of faith-increase by Your truth’s guarding.
January 23, 2023
Thinking about the good old days
Reminiscing for a little while
Some memories made me happy, some made me sad
Some brought a tear and some brought a smile
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To put lighting bugs in mason jars
To look at tail lights and name the cars
To lie in a field and count the stars
To go trick or treating in the local bars
Then I turned on the radio
To an oldies station that took me back
Listened for an hour or two
Put my mind right on track
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To drink water from a garden hose
To be proud to wear hand me down clothes
To sneak a cigarette at the local park
To play in the street well after dark
Then I fell asleep and dreamed of the past
Seems we had a Utopia but it didn’t last
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To play baseball and share our gear
To walk at night without fear
To have laws written in black and white
To still be friends after a fight
Then I went downstairs to call an old friend
Never wanting the old days to ever end
And I wondered
Were we the last generation
The last generation
To walk each day back and forth from school
To have parties with friends at the community pool
To listen as a bluebird sings
To be happy without material things
To play the game fair and square
To end each day with an evening prayer.
And I wonder
What they do is different
From what they preach or say
Their teachings are brainwashing
Because they don't act accordingly
Only the blind and those asleep
Are their sheeps and slaves
The awaken and the seers
They always wrestle with.
If you don't go their way
They're going to come for you
Forgetting that, even
When you do what they do
You can't do it like they did it
There are many ways to do things
The best way is doing it your way.
The best way to lead
Is leaving a legacy
For the people to follow
Not inputting fears into the people
Or creating laws to control them
So you can carry out your propaganda
We all already know the golden rule
All we need is knowledge
To build heaven here on earth
Hosea 4:6 My people perish
Because of lack of knowledge.
Let me tell you a story about
Merlin the Magical Cat
He could conjure up the best magical spells
but couldn't keep himself from being fat
He would eat up
all the treats
and then would go hunt down more
critters and creatures to eat
But he would try his magic
to reduce his gut
but the fat would just
rearrange towards his butt
"Meow, meow, meow!"
he would scream
Why oh why were the laws of nature
so mean!
So he decided to go on
an exercise program
where he would jog and run each day
along side his man
It worked as he grew skinnier
and skinnier
His magic in this instance was not needed
he was the winnier!