Long Meditative Poems
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(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup
friend, Lenny Gazbowski)
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Cozy comfort
Silky bed linen;
Somnolence sums
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Humid heat wave
Hot sticky sweat;
Fatigue brines
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Thought in deep sway
Philosophy flings;
Wit sums humour
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Love the first-cause
Life dances brisk;
Symbiosis
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Start here
Live now;
Death sums
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In this moment
Eternity hurls;
All-in bet
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Too late now
Old man yearns;
Death's one leg in
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Waiting time
Long clinic queue;
Off-flavour faces
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Smiling old man limps
Terrier runs around;
Barking commands
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Morning repast
Make smiles curl;
Silent conversations
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Less talk is more
Everyone agrees;
Loud chatter boxes
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Bamboo saplings
Promises to keep;
Haiku moments
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Being blooms
Becoming grooms;
Now empty room!
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Zen garden moods
Configured space;
Meditative
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Old man stares
Moon struck smiles;
Soliloquy
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In my dreams
Mother smiles;
Father sips beer
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Heart thinks
Mind feels
Cross over well
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Green grass verge
Floral beauty hides;
Unseen glamour
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Leon Enriquez
25 May 2016
Singapore
In interludes of self-reflection, whether in the state of consciousness or meditative, I accept that I am an immanent being, layered with imperfections. I am human. I make mistakes, but to live my life instilled with fear and without love would not be living.
my concept of life...
acceptance of immanence
I am not divine
I am not destined for permanence in this world. Through death, I will leave a void to be filled. Seekers of truth, open your inner sight and allow it to lead you towards enlightenment. Sing a melody during life's journey and set your spirit free. Sing a song, a symphony, to help you find your way. It's a cosmic affair, so bare your soul and find the bliss that awaits you there.
human souls reside
but for a moment on earth
waves on an ebb tide
Most will not live eternally; we are not the transcendent kind. There is only One who lives to reign, and we dare not disdain His right to claim the throne. God is transcendent and there will never be an amendment to that in this manifested world. He will not be dethroned by word or deed by some malcontented human having the need for a coup. Those who would dare cast shadows on His name have no respect for divinity.
God reigns o'er the world
do not query or doubt His
supernal glory
I enjoy the sparkle of rainbow colors and pretty sheen's
As my mind travels to worlds collected in many screens
It’s an escape from my anxiety and daily troubles
As I work and relax inside my creative meditative bubble
Vibrant gems come in many tiny rounds or squares
A medium to transform worlds once placed there
A seascape lighthouse brightens along the shore
As blue seawater now sparkles in diamonds and gulls soar
A hidden sunken treasure awaits with a trunk full of gold
As swimming marine life soon comes to life in colors bold
A shark protects its bounty as playful dolphins frolic on
The shimmery sea life of wonders brings peace and calm
Summer blooms in peonies and roses in pink
Now decorated in iridescent gems as they twink
A virtual flower garden creative and serene
Ready for display for all to enjoy and be seen
Songbirds happily chirping while perched at feeders today
Their red, blue and gold feathers in tiny gems sparkle away
The air looks fresh with a warm breeze and bright glittery sun
My diamond painting world brings me peace, relaxation and fun.
Beneath the evening sky's tapestry
A spectrum of colors unfolds
awakens the soul to beauty
Embracing the earth with gentle love
Distant stars as eternal sparks, entwined
In twilight's glow of time and space
Silently wrapped in your angelic wings
A marvelously timeless moment
I feel so sheltered when
the silence faded with a soft embrace
- divinely forged, a gift from God above
... waiting for the daughter of dawn
I’m black powder with my useful explosive might
Gun powder is my military name for defensive light
Yet be warned against my evil users in their hatred's height
For fatal are my effects along disastrous sight.
Being productive black powder, I believe that I’m artistically active
As make-up experts need me when they’re elegantly meditative
Painters also highlight my gloom as intensely effective
And designers show my unique beauty with their talents, wondrously creative.
In my black powder status, I urge that you take heed of my admonition*
I can be merged in hell’s brimstone toward eternal destruction
Spiritually speaking, I’m pleading for your faith-upheld salvation
From sin’s condemnation by trusting the Saviour with His offered redemption.
*Ephesians 6:4 And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.
November 14, 2018
In the dune-field of the deserted scorched life,
clutching my desiccated desires I chase mundane mirage,
walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife.
Suffering to the core, I’m submerged in sordid mire.
Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth,
where awareness is the light of the eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting the sensitivity of the divine glow.
Trying to be released from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the expanding limits of heart-head linkage.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free,
the patina of perpetual peace I yearn to flourish.
In the devout sanctum of heavenly freedom
my soul aims to attain the timeless euphoria of nirvana.
The beauty of the ultimate oneness it beholds,
vibrating with the rhythm of supreme elegance.
The darkness of the pasture of suffering gets illumined
with aura of the absolute, having thousand sun’s shine.
I find the lotus bloom beguilingly bright in the soul,
discover the enlivened constellation of innate bliss,
Little lives plead,
Don’t make them bleed.
God-given gifts, they must be spared,
Let us say no to abortion,
It’s a sin worse than extortion,
Snuffing innocent lives uncared;
Let us say no to abortion,
Expecting love, they’re unprepared
For the cruel deed that has snared,
It’s a sin worse than extortion;
Little lives plead,
Let us say no to abortion,
Their cries for mercy, I have shared,
It’s a sin worse than extortion,
Don’t make them bleed;
Don’t make them bleed ~
Little lives plead.
01.09.2022
For Emile Pinet's "Meditative Ballad" contest
Forthy waves fooled me
Lulled me into believing there would be warmth
I plunged in.
My heart nearly stopped.
My body nearly frozen
In the depths of this dark uninhabited lake
What if I die? I wondered
Who will find me?
No one knew I was here.
I could get a cramp.
I came out sputtering.
The woods were nearly silent.
I saw a flicker of a leaf, and then another.
My teeth were chattering.
I put my head under a second time.
It felt warmer now.
Something slid past my buttocks.
A snake?
A turtle?
Do they bite?
A fish?
It seemed warmer.
I began slowly swimming.
A little algae was on my fingers.
I gently flicked it into the waters.
Which seemed lighter now.
The sun had arrived to watch.
I swam into a natural spring.
Not hot-tub warm, but warm.
Delightful.
It was as if I owned the lake
And the woods.
It was just me and God.
I felt better than I had in years.
Deciding at that second to swim
every morning at this time while I was here.
"No one swims at this time of year!" my friend called.
Breaking my meditative ponderings.
I waved. "I do!" I called.
He waved and walked back to the house.
Leaving me to my magical thoughts.
amongst 1200 sculptures
in his expression of joy
I find myself
Otagi Nenbutsu-ji Temple is nestled atop a hill, surrounded by more than 1,000 striking stone sculptures. Remote and off-the-beaten tourist track, it feels like an oasis of calm, devoid of the masses of visitors that flock to Kyoto’s more central sites.
But things haven’t always been so serene. A typhoon decimated the original eighth-century temple in the 1950s, destroying parts of the structure. It was then decided that the temple would be rebuilt in a different, safer location.
Rather than abandon all hope for the ancient temple, one of its priests began rebuilding it piece by piece atop its new patch of land. He did more than just reconstruct the building. As he worked, also added Buddhist stone carvings to the property. He also taught the town people how to create the carvings, so their work is now mixed in with his own.
Now, 1,200 stone statues depicting Buddha’s disciples fill the space. They spill down the hillside and line the paths like peaceful, moss-covered guardians. Gazing into the serene stone faces is an almost meditative experience.
~Atlas Obscura, image and article
https://www.atlasobscura.com/places/otagi-nenbutsuji
Never Losing Sight Of You
Telescopic moments in full view
seen through the senses of a gathering flute
I remember the fresh linen scent of water
the herbal essence of blossoming trees
The way your white beard caressed me,
like the whispering winds of, ...slow time
Meditative apparatuses, (pause) none
only the sound of your breath as you exhaled
brought the instrument to life..
As the orbs circled your frame you swirled
into oblivion,
leaving me sitting there
like a wisp of a breeze
a tendril of smoke
a shred of light
I listened to your melody from a bird's eye view
floating up, never losing sight of you.