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Ash Wednesday reminds vain man
That each must slay false pride's ascend.
This day we note a pious practice
Once learnt by rote in simple gist.
Man is mere dust that is alive
In a brief trust, by grace to thrive.
An ancient lore bears repeating:
From times before, repentance flings.
Man is imaged in God's likeness,
In brief passage till end brightness.
A Christian rite and clear ritual,
Ash cross we write on head visual.
A sign to show we remember
The tact each knows from dust embers.
We come from dust, to dust return;
Life here is trust that love now churns.
This Lent we think upon the way;
The path that links tidings that stay.
Forty days we reflect on deeds,
Look deep to see, atone for weeds.
A change of heart and will and mind;
Let penance start to seek and find.
A change of pace and touch and feel;
To await grace to cleanse and heal.
A change of sight from earthly things;
To see new light, sense Spirit's sling.
We, each must pass from muddy stores
To pristine grass in soul's kind shores.
A certain call springs to each soul:
To bear and bring a new zest whole.
Here as we stand on thresholds clear,
Our Lenten trends groom faithful cheer.
Now each man frames the path to take;
Heed inner flame to rise awake.
Aware of need, each heeds belief,
Feel truth that seeds what soul perceives.
The Christ said: "Choose your new life..."
The road is made beyond man's strife!
The middle way is for all men:
Each soul must stay with inspired span.
Come then with heart attuned to grace,
Let each man start to live love's space.
Love calls to each to gather now;
To touch and reach to glimpse endow.
We, each must learn to love and act;
Love that we yearn answers love's pact.
From dust we come, to dust the end;
Live love's sweet sum in daily trend.
Leon Enriquez
18 Apr 2014
Singapore
Sweet Spot
On the ever shifting sands of time
The spectrum of human action balances
On a fulcrum between extremes:
Total government and tyranny on the Left
Zero government and anarchy on the Right,
Two ways that on paper may look good
Until practice proves them otherwise.
And in the course of this rise and fall
Systems are engineered to cope
In waves of thesis, antithesis and synthesis
Unloosed to compete for hearts and votes
In the marketplace of ideas and commerce
Seeking a sweet spot, a middle way, free of extremes
Where the individual’s rights are protected
By a limited government, from an unlimited one
And all other predatory entities.
And when this spot is tasted
Balanced for an instant
The tipping point is reached,
The teeter becomes a totter,
And we ride the cycle of up and down again
Until exhausted, defeated or victorious
And leave the playground to the next generation,
Eyes bright and eager for hope and change.
(12/15/24)
storm clouds relentlessly
crashed on rock bottom
with the only crack dragging
wreckage and carnage through
a trapdoor into oblivious fog
gruelling sediment confined
a rotten Self of incarceration
the stakes were high
for being impaled
a sizzling cauldron
waiting for a sumptuous feast
manna from hell and a spell
on the barbed wire walls
just behind the firing squad
gift of despair cajoling
hope from the darkest
of abysmal recesses
a balancing act on a
thorny yet slippery cross
one road leading to nowhere
the other painful but promising
no middle way to be had
between death or surrender
fear of the unknown certainly
better than certain demise
Phoenix just be aware of
of the message of Icarus
then the moon will be
waning and waxing
in perpetual motion
dancing into the light
Walk your journey with heart set right,
Poise knows amply that touch most light.
The Christ calls now with a calm voice,
Watch love endow a steady poise.
Heed seeker dear the middle way,
Truth shines most clear a certain play.
Discern your quest that fits your face,
Sanguine works best in light of grace.
Be without fear for joy makes clear,
Love mellows cheer in a soul dear.
Go on your way and learn to pray,
Glimpse each new day just what you say.
Love helps you see how magic starts,
Faith now sets free a happy heart.
Leon Enriquez
23 December 2017
Singapore
He slowly walks the lonely crowded road
lost in love and Self and lucky destination
Has no clue where his barren feet will lead
yet delusion is cast away from anchor’s rope
Sandy ripples where the pavement rapped
trousers worn by threads of passing dread
denuded to the core of looming meaning
step upon step towards ever so many directions
Tattooed on mind meek towering wisdom
and the certainty that if you never take the
other road you’ll never know what treasures
might be found at roadblocks and junctions
His jingles smell nostalgia his taste too sore
to touch those banging shrieking visions
teeth too sore to clench high mounting tension
nevertheless and always the more he feels
Reason has fused with tearful emotions
harmony of conclusion grips ambivalence
therefore his heartfelt dissipating opposition in
diametric venture holds the future in disguise
One tear from his cryptic optic passion and he
would slip one tear splitting the middle way too
often and he might turn back to nowhere near
where tangible became too messed for blessing
Timothy wanders in wonder and silent meditation
driven by his inner re-birthed voice to find another
register of reconnaissance with hurting feet
and soaring blisters and thus he laughs at himself
Giggles wriggles talks a break to tickle his fancy
titters a howling roar cracks a serious joke and
mends the yarn of living narrative on unfolding path
A jester solemnly parades and his truths emerges
September 2018
The Asian version of Life
Is of a wheel that endlessly spins
Rotating in kaleidoscopic scenes
Of beings in realms
Trapped by their karmas in endless suffering
Endless until it, of course, ends
Which is what all things must eventually do.
In the West the dominant view is now
Of an endless cycle of Life
Where we don’t actually become anything
After we die, just a nutritional building block
In the ecological web of growth and decay.
It’s a rational seeming world view,
But one devoid of soul.
On the whole these two views compliment
And complete each other;
Soulful and soulless
To give a sense of life on the wheel.
But the truth is neither are complete,
Together or alone
Because neither sees what lies beyond the wheel.
Of course, they say eternity and annihilation respectively
But what is the it that endures or dissolves?
And if it endures was it ever really trapped?
And if it dissolves was it ever really existent?
Somewhere between is the middle way
Free of extremes and labels,
Free to simply be, what is, inherently ineffable.
(10/12/25)
There is a way, a middle path
Where love moves stay in truth enough.
There is a bliss in sure release;
Here 'All That Is' waits to gift peace.
The Christ once said: Peace be with you.
Our glimpse is paid in loving cues.
The Christ did state: Love is the law.
Enter the gate through love not flaws.
The middle way of love works best;
Act, feel and say to pass life's test.
Stay on the course with loving heart;
The sum of cause to end each start.
May all your days on earthly shores
Become the way to Spirit's core.
Start now this day to know your heart
In work and play that shape soul's art.
Be of good cheer for faith finds hope
As love lives here to fund your scope.
Leon Enriquez
11 Apr 2014
Singapore
Journey Journal Page
ON A BAD DAY
By Leon Enriquez
To know the way
True purpose seek
As truth now plays
When vision peaks
Pique your own think
In fruitage ripe
The right verge brink
Hides in sad gripe
~~~~~~~~~
When people see you
In a bad light
Unleash and do
What creates right
In tint and hue
Your true colours
Paint and mint cues
In pure flavours
~~~~~~~~~
Your hue and cry
Creates new sights
For as you try
You find the light
When abuse surge
Upon your way
Glimpse your fond urge
Within fair play
~~~~~~~~~
Your wounds you hide
As you bear hate
Bury vain pride
Dare live your fate
They now conspire
To bring you down
To curb your fire
To cluster frowns
~~~~~~~~~
They say bad things
And point fingers
With words stifling
In harsh plunder
They smear your name
With plain malice
Put you to blame
In vile short list
~~~~~~~~~
They take you out
As vain pride cuts
With petty shouts
In messy rut
Here and there feel
Your fear ooze tears
To crush goodwill
As gall draws near
~~~~~~~~~
Here lies odd fate
As people hurt
Your placid state
With heaps of dirt
In caustic haste
They sculpt in blood
To render waste
As anguish floods
~~~~~~~~~
Look deep within
To your soul stage
To see unseen
Divine image
As you create
Your inner life
Sculpt your own fate
Beyond mad strife
~~~~~~~~~
Know then your peace
Lies in purpose
As poise knows lease
That you immerse
In the lost age
Fun-mirrors trace
Loss and vain rage
In time and space
~~~~~~~~~
Carry your heart
With faith and hope
For end and start
Live vibrant scope
Go deep within
To your soul core
To touch unseen
For love and more
~~~~~~~~~
Be at peace now
For faith knows hope
True love endows
To help you cope
The middle way
Offers pure choice
To live your stay
With vibrant voice
~~~~~~~~~
So style worthwhile
You focus here
Now frame fond smiles
As joy keeps cheer
The pain you feel
Tells of your fate
Put on goodwill
For love’s not late
~~~~~~~~~
On a bad day
Look deeper still
For dark times play
As light moves will
Do live your best
When times feel hard
Anchor your quest
Word verse dear bard
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
27 January 2024
Singapore
(Blessings for Our National Day,
Singapore, Thursday, 9th August)
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Make what you will of crescent moon:
Yield to the feel of five-star boon;
Charm knows sure poise that anchors choice,
Opt then your voice to forfeit noise;
Now and here see what yet may be,
Taste knows beauty in act set free;
Reach for the truth in joy and grace,
Yes toil frames proof in time and space;
Set mind and heart to conquer stuff,
Invest deep art to love enough;
Note how life brings that challenge grand,
Give as you fling your passion friend;
Ask to do best your purpose here,
Prize your own quest with a fond cheer;
Order each day true zest that thrills,
Reap your own play with fine goodwill;
Etch joy and grace the middle way,
Now love your place with light that stays;
Odd yet so true how feelings plot,
Work right on cue: little red dot;
Heed the good sense of mellow times,
End beyond tense fond song and mime;
Rest not in vain as country calls,
Embrace pure gain through one and all.
Leon Enriquez
09 August 2018
Singapore
Who am I today?
Husband, Father, Son or Brother
A noble thought that gives itself away,
Or some distant, self-obsessed Other?
What shape I don tomorrow
Who can say
If I shall move across my stage
Enacting joy or sorrow?
What tides shall bear me
To what familiar or what stranger port
Whose ears shall hear, whose eyes shall see
Old things or new, of unfamiliar sort
Come crowding 'round my senses,
Who may know
What meanings they may bring,
Or how assault
My incomplete defenses?
For I am, at base, like every man
A shambling, shapeless Legion
Who strives for sense as best he can
Within the compass of his crowded reason,
Bounded fore and aft by birth and death,
Seeking for some middle way
Amidst the crowd he is;
To speak some sense with his last breath.