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In a search for a definition,
I did not expect to discover
the word 'Inhale' connected
to the word 'Inspire'. It is
to 'breathe in'.
To expire is to 'breathe out',
to emit air from the lungs. To
give off, or eject. It's also
another way of saying, 'Exhale'.
Oh, the wonders of God's great
creation of life for all living
creatures. The flow of life via
'Inhale' is an ever-burning beacon
of light until such time when we
breathe or 'Exhale' our last breath.
Therein lies somewhere between
inhaling and exhaling, a Divine
Authorization for the process.
Oh, the mystery of it all. Yet, the
Master of it all has revealed measures
of truth that liberates us with hope.
It is He who releases us (in a moment),
from this body of death and decay. And
it is He who connects us (in an instant),
to our new immortal body for eternity.
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As the rod of living pulsating light
Humming with energy does magnetise
The elixirous divine current of delight
Manifests joy within we cannot describe
Imagine polarities within in divine union
An intimate lingering lovers caress
Fusion causing a slow motion explosion
Renewal of rapturous bliss climax
As one of the limbs of Shivas attributes
Divine bliss liberates & captivates
Love in love with love reflexively resolute
The seductive dance within elates
Thus becoming a transmutation heavenly
Hollowed out empty form ignited
As the explosion renews within continuously
Bliss hypnotic holds us delighted
04-August-2020
Firm old man
Obstinate ways;
Will and testament
Lawyer consult
Due diligence;
Making a will
Retirement daze
So much to learn;
At my own pace
Human nature
To nurture;
Null and void
Means testing
Between old flames;
Wants and needs clash
Beauty greets
Truth is silent;
Love presides
Calm in chaos,
Stillness moves;
Cause and effect
Mindful knowing
Worldly ways;
No-thing fills void
Go beyond things
To unseen grace;
Herein is home
Learn to "Let Go"
See how you feel;
Embrace blissful rapture
Noise and conflict,
Opposing ideas;
Plunge into storm's eye!
Fatigue funnels
Body battery flat;
Deep sleep recharges
Echoes fade away
Dying day liberates;
Flight of night visions
Heavy eyelids
Boulders crashing;
Rejuvenation begins
There is a gap
In between takes;
Point of pure peace
Words like notes
Musical scales rhyme;
Poetic impulse
Conflict
Collision;
Cacophony
Tale for sale
Malt and ale;
Booze never fails
Wine culture
Red and white;
Sensory exfoliation
Hello
Small talk;
Goodbye
Listen
Rumour has it;
Be happy now
Rumour
Riot;
Reaping
Twilight and luna
Lunatic wiles;
Moon glow magnetic
At the end
Start again;
At the beginning
At the start
End again;
At the ending
Three simple lines
Touch of magic;
Haiku fragment
Good day
Good night
Goodbye
Leon Enriquez
29 Apr 2014
Singapore
Science and Mathematics
Science, when divorced from reverence, becomes an instrument of domination.
Mathematics, when reduced to mere calculation, objectifies reality.
But when approached with curiosity, humility and awe they reveal themselves as languages of the cosmos.
Fractals. primes and harmonics, these are not dead symbols, but living geometries of consciousness itself.
They point to the architecture of awareness, the order hidden in the apparent chaos.
The danger lies in objectification.
To reduce a forest to timber or a soul to statistics is to lose sight of the living essence of things.
True science does not conquer it listens.
True mathematics does not imprison it liberates.
When philosophy guides inquiry, knowledge serves life rather than reduces it.
Consciousness and Soul
Consciousness is indivisible like a prime.
It is not a trick of the brain, nor an emergent glitch of matter.
It is the fundamental ground of experience, a landmark in the infinite lattice of being.
Each soul is unique, a resonance point that cannot be replaced of replicated.
Death, then, is not an annihilation but a transformation.
The drop of water that falls into the ocean does not vanish - it becomes the ocean, and the ocean becomes the drop.
Selfhood is real, yet fluid, dissolving and re-emerging in endless cycles.
Consciousness is both individual and collective, both particle and wave.
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To quote as truth a source for which
You otherwise show great disdain
Is humorous at best, a stitch
That some might say was not quite sane.
And if you cherish this sweet book,
But have not read it much of late,
It’s time you took another look,
And gave some other verses weight.
If Genesis is normative
For when it is all life begins
Then we should take a closer look
At other verses close therein.
For “breath of life” can only be
Applied to one by “Adam” called;
That you’d apply this verse to Eve?
Oh, exegete! Do be appalled!
In fifteen verses, very clear,
We see God do a nice ad lib,
Puts Adam in a heavy sleep
And liberates Eve from his rib!
Now something here just can’t be right;
No, something here just doesn’t jive.
God’s “breath of life” did not her grace;
The woman cannot be alive!
To call these verses normative
Is simply ludicrous, of course.
The “breath of life” God gave the dust?
Not air, but animating force.
And in this telling of our firsts
neither of them come from a womb,
So literal or figurative,
we need to give these verses room.
A babe will breath when it is born
On schedule or ahead of time.
You know that’s not the entry point:
As silly as a talking mime.
Way back in John, when Christ appears
upon arising, after death,
Gives the disciples Spirit then,
Conferring it with sacred breath.
Were they then dead before he breathed?
In some sense, yes, perhaps contrived
Christ’s Spirit thus has come to stay;
Spiritually, they are alive.
You don’t belive that labor does
Somehow propel those clumps of cells
By magic through the birth canal
And then form babes when they’re expelled?
Of course not, or there’d be a glitch
In logic with regard to sections.
But nobody believes all that;
it's just a case of misdirection.
We read a babe lept in the womb;
In Psalms, He forms our inward parts.
Christ, too, alive, ere left the tomb,
And now, he’s giving life to hearts.
Let’s study then, the scriptures well;
Bereans be: look for yourself.
Review in depth when life begins,
Not leave His counsel on the shelf?
Am I a body? Am I a mind? Or bundle of both?
Does blood, as though ordered, only through single channel flow?
Is heart seat of mind? Does mind to dwell-in heart take an oath?
Do veins, like children in uniform, pass through the same row?
Is mind a lone monk? Nay! Body and mind are never split.
When each cell of mind-body is bound in single union,
Mind and heart, and flesh, and blood, and veins, and bones are well-knit.
Param Brahma (the God Almighty) finds his communion...!
When physic and psyche are sound, there are divine vibrations,
This frees karma-dharma bondage of earthly existence,
Leading each atman (human) to heavenly relations;
Liberates from disillusions and inner resistance...!
Keeping one’s body and mind pure - isn't, hence, truly must?
Who does wish one's whole life, forever decaying in dust…?
07 September 2022
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In spite of the willingness to forget,
I haven't found the strength to do that...
images with hurtful words return,
and inside your harmful laughs still burn.
I've forgiven, not forgotten...and the kind Lord
will remind me that He was mocked as I was;
but slowly I'll be able to get over this grudge of old,
and before you intentionally hurt someone with words.
Too dark, deplorable and hopeless was my outlook on life,
until I realized that forgiving someone liberates a soul held by a tight chain;
and without feeling any animosity or attempting to revenge this eternal dire...
I let it disappear from my view, never to remember it again.
I've forgiven, not forgotten...being equally unhallowed,
and the hesitation on my part was an unkind act of revenge;
I wanted total satisfaction by being emotionally tense,
but who is evoking guilt when the tides have been turned?
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Knowledge gained liberates or mutilates.
Ramifications of reality’s realm reached
make your insides want to abandon the body ship.
Rocking back and forth as you hurl dry acidic pain
expelled by the force of shell shocked lucidity:
You’re not good enough to be loved.
Breathing in is treason.
Your heart demands release of life’s lease.
On the kitchen floor
crumpled dreams drag to prostrate form.
Alone…..
Every reason to stay is obliterated.
Ascorbic failures scream.
Heart blood transforms to salty rivulets.
Self-loathing usurps the throne of belief.
"Appeasement sacrifice,” it sagely suggests…
"Your life!"
Relevant Reasoning...
For someone for whom love is cell oxygen
grey matter food
supreme soul sustenance,
life without full bodied Love is death.
Might as well...
Cowardice cackles and goads….
The cut isn’t deep enough.
Red streaked line mockery of mental hell feels
abhorrence breathing between the sobs
that one hears …
No one hears
Troubled mind has drained desirability’s delight.
Not strong enough to live not strong enough to die,
you are spent…
negligence purged.
Silence begs to benumb,
yet a reminder remains.
The thorn of truth finds a home.
Embedded in my side,
it won’t be denied.
Removal immuned
it is unseen by naked eye-
exposed to the naked heart.
With every movement of love making
matrimonial mattress yet exudes
the faint scent of virginal dreams...
Pain permeates
It digs in deep.
Nothing will change.
YOU cannot change.
You are unlovable.
You're troubled and troubling brain
takes beauty down to notch of insane.
Give it all away.
Lavish and ravish.
Obsessively bid for love
while you auction respect away,
but herein is the cursed truth:
You are not good enough to be loved.
You never were.
You never will be.
For Charlotte's Heart and Soul Contest
September 2, 2014
Freedom of speech is to reiterate the liberty I feel when I am around you.
Freedom of speech is to reinforce through verbal communication that I miss you.
Rather than the silence of closed lips, concealing every heartfelt thought that tears away at my heart that goes without notice.
To hear you reply with not only your words but the reaction of your eyes.
The openness of your body. To heal this incurable ache.
Through verbal stimulation only can this freedom be heard through longing ears.
To hear you say the things you keep near and dear to your heart.
This universe that you keep inside swirling between your ears.
The orbit of your heart, longing and throbbing with a life of it's own.
This freedom which I speak liberates the soul.
Keeping things inside otherwise felt in death.
The regret of keeping things inside that should have been spoke into existence.
Otherwise how else would you know the taste of this freedom spoke from my lips.
This freedom that echoes loud and clear that reinforces action.
To voice opinion. To live, to love.
This freedom which I speak I need you to hear with closed eyes and an open heart.
To reinforce this love I have for you. To constantly place pieces of me inside of you.
To return to me the same freedom that I hope to instill in you
Constrain the clatter within the soul's quiescent call
Rip the sun out of the day into night time's placid fall
To bear the bliss of calmness and peace to all
Oust the din of baneful chaos born
It strikes too deep in our marrow's reconciliation
Unprotected as a petaled rose without her thorn
Ravage such turmoil that snarls serenity
That stirs and quakes despoiling amity and harmony
For the tree that falls uprooted is at rest with amenity
This life's river flows seeking to rest in quiet solitude
Ebbing to its everlasting surge into its cleansing trough
A contented cistern of ease of heart and sweet gratitude
So soft and unadorned the tireless repose liberates
To golden plains of gentle calm
Renewing our spirit's compass - our essence of faith
So sit, be still to meditate on the banks of humility
Transpose the eminent heart of a newborn's unburdened possibility
Breathe sighs of joy for those who know no enemy
February 27, 2020
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