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Once when I was journeying through the other realm (in a kind of meditation) I found myself walking across a large grassy field, on a slight rise going upwards. As I was nearing the top I could see smoke rising, I walked further up and as I got to the crescent I could see an old Indian sitting smoking a pipe, I introduced myself and asked if I could join him, he simply nodded in agreement, so I sat beside him cross-legged as he was. I asked him his name and he replied that it was Smottabu. I then asked him how long had he been sitting there, he pointed at half a tree. A stump if you will. You see Smottabu was no ordinary Indian. In fact, as he told me, he creates the trees with his magick, then sits for a break and smokes a whole tree, roots and all until it is finished to see how he can improve it next time. After sharing his pipe, I stood up and wished him well on the next generation of trees. After I was walking away I turned over my shoulder to gain one more glimpse at Smottabu and he was gone...
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MEDITATION
By Leon Enriquez
To know goodwill
Simply Be Still
Pray with your heart
Let stillness start
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Word aids focus
Know soul’s locus
Be of one mind
Learn to be kind
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Discern and see
Love is the key
Be true to you
In all you do
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The way shows now
Your heart knows how
Style sculpts true flair
No need for airs
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Step by step know
Your path that shows
Walk your own quest
Live your own best
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Live without fear
Keep your good cheer
Live without dread
Be unafraid
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Live well this day
Start as you pray
Breathe love and fun
Smiles, play and pun
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Do all you can
Just understand
Know sans knowing
What life’s showing
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Go with fond peace
Live your life lease
Joy knows the way
To bless this day
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May love bring grace
In sacred space
Light on your face
Binds love in place
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True bliss sculpts fest
Blessings bind quest
Here and Now see
Love comes to be
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In love’s embrace
Feel your sweet space
Let happy cheer
Draw love most dear
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Leon Enriquez
20 February 2024
Singapore
Elijah's days wish were here
oh to see divine power in flight
restoring confidence in God's word
declaring truth in it's fullest light
Moses days restored righteousness
despite the trials of these days
famine, darkness and the sword
God empowers by our prayers
Ezekiel's days brought restoration
when bones so dry became flesh
displaying God's kingdom on earth
something it is to relish
David's days restored true praise
raising a temple of living song
one who sought God's heart
showing to whom he did belong
Jehovah is the one and only God
from Zion's hill is sent salvation
such is the days of Elijah
may it be our meditation
AUTHOR NOTES:
written this based on the worship song
'Days of Elijah' - lyrics by Robin Mark
These are the days of Elijah
Declaring the word of the Lord
And these are the days of Your servant Moses
Righteousness being restored
And though these are days of great trials
Of famine and darkness and sword
Still we are the voice in the desert crying
"Prepare ye the way of the Lord!"
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes
And these are the days of Ezekiel
The dry bones becoming flesh
And these are the days of Your servant David
Rebuilding a temple of praise
And these are the days of the harvest
Oh the fields are as white in Your world
And we are the laborers in Your vineyard
Declaring the Word of the Lord
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun at the trumpet call
Lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee
And out of Zion's Hill salvation comes
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
There's no God like Jehovah!
To get to deep wisdom that transcends mind,
first plot coordinates of reference,
aware that we’re floundering about blind,
having accorded ego preference.
Shallow and narrow is our sense of pride,
dwelling in the shadows, knowing not light,
negating conscience that resides inside,
with fear of freedom, deepening our plight.
We know not who we are and yet we strive,
deludedly clinging to wisps of straw,
hoping against hope that somehow we’ll thrive,
granting no time for our cold heart to thaw.
On realising we’re lost in life’s maze,
surrendering, we turn inward our gaze.
Surrendering, we turn inward our gaze,
relinquishing each conditioned belief
and playfully in void of silence laze,
thus effortlessly turning a new leaf.
No object in view, we too disappear,
whereupon all that is, is throb of bliss,
signalling clearly that as God draws near,
we feel no fear in the darkest abyss.
Upon exiting our meditation,
we find ourself back in life’s lucid dream
but now our quest is soul’s liberation,
free from thought fetters that endlessly stream.
Love and light lightens the load on our chest.
We plunge into the void; God search our quest.
We plunge into the void; God search our quest,
for which in truth, we’re a mere receptor,
abiding in stillness, thought forms at rest,
as God implants in spine His love spectre.
This staff of magnetism of which we speak,
ignites head to toe, our mind-body shell,
whereupon dancing with bliss cheek to cheek,
gong of truth sounds to ego, its death knell.
With ego shorn, we become the twice born,
being simply awareness self-aware,
each breath ushering a new blissful morn,
as we fly wingless with nary a care.
God asks of us to be loving and kind,
to get to deep wisdom that transcends mind.
One day, between the waking and sleeping state
I slipped into deep trance like meditation
Attention animated, poised in stillness
I vaporised in the void of thought cessation
I found myself in an unknown astral realm
Karmic shapes appeared asking me to repay
Debts of love they claimed to them were owed
Nonchalantly I nodded, ‘come on, let’s play’
Instantly a soft white, brilliant light appeared
I recognised It as the luminescence of God
With a wave of His hand he erased my sins
The forms disappeared as I looked on awed
I was to God as a child is to his father
Just and kind and wise beyond measure
He took me by the hand and said, ‘live in peace’
It was truly an encounter I will always treasure
Line of inquiry:
truth imbibed
awaits assimilation
we feel it in our bones
in time dissolved meditation
The soul of the area around
from the shadows that stretch long.
Sings a wishful from the ground
when it sings a melodious song.
The light coming from the shadows
brightening the area around the bend.
It makes visible in the light of glows,
then the soul of that earth sings and glows.
The light shines on the tree limbs,
and on the trunk from which they grow.
The light touches the ground on the bend,
is something that is anything but pretend.
The light though soft and honest
hangs from its home from above.
Brings the area a solid promise,
as it feels the surrounding air with love.
I have told no one about my secret cavern place
There is no reason to hurry, there is no one to race.
A world of imagination that soothes my soul.
I leave my home hurting, but now I am whole.
I can close my eyes and shut everyone out
I do not have any reason to be angry or pout.
An ethereal silence my kayak and I love.
There is no other sound from below or above.
When I get closer to the magic circle, I look around.
My meditation has begun. I can feel my body slowing down.
My breaths are farther apart now. I give a large yawn.
Perfect spot for my afternoon nap as I float on and on.
And in my deep meditation, I am searching with a breathless sigh;
I am following the twisted path of a flowing stream,
and birds twitter and tweet from the trees a sweet melodic symphony;
a turtle rests on a rock and trees are trembling.
Bees fly! And I am weeping crystal tears from my third eye,
suddenly, I am in a garden beautiful and see a pretty church;
in the center of the garden surrounded by flowers of all hues,
there is a sign on the door that reads, DO NOT ENTER.
I turn away and the flowers are now rows of gray headstones,
somewhere, in this vast graveyard they all lay in rest;
gone to dust, no more breaths, no more pain, no more ever.
Now, by that flowing stream a thrush is singing sweetly.
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August 21, 2019
Poetry/Verse/In My Meditation
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Written for the contest, One Hundred and Thirty Six Words
sponsor, John Lawless
Third Place
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
One of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
Hindi Name: Madan Dahan
Ages before in Satyug* or the Golden Age,
When Cupid was wandering in human form,
And humans were living on Earth,
Without passion and were even free from lust.
He kept man and woman all,
Intoxicated with the wine of love, and
Blended with the beauty and loveliness,
He was prevailing in every innocent heart.
He was dwelling as the charm of everyone,
In the tender heart of a woman,
And in the attractions of a youthful body,
Was wandering even, in the courtyards of Gods.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 20th April 2012
To continue…..
Clarifications:
*Yug or Yuga
Yuga in Hinduism, is the "Yuga (Age or Era) of Truth", when mankind is governed by gods, and every manifestation or work is close to the purest ideal.
* The cycle Yugas (Ages) in Indian mythology
The yugas are said to succeed each other almost endlessly. After the perfect Satya Yuga, a decline marks the Treta Yuga. Further decline brings about the Dwapara Yuga, and after it comes the final and dark Kali Yuga, a time of wickedness, when man kills another man. At the end of the cycle a Divine Being is said to take birth and reestablish righteousness, thus beginning a new Satya Yuga.
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Anyone can find the luster,
the perennial ecstasy of so many rites.
We may access luminosity with
mindful meditation, reflection, or prayer.
Call it God, Allah, or immutable purity,
Call it Christ, Yahweh, or satori,
Call it nirvana, moksha, or inward light.
Selfless actuality,
perfect radiant quietude,
rapturous awakening or salvation.
In every creed a different lexicon,
every culture has a unique vocabulary for
our common humanity,
our universal mystical window.