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These matters of imposed sequestration,
home health quarantine,
residential segregation,
safety zone re-education
Can also become
contemplative solitude
growing sacred mindfulness,
healthy wealth revision,
2020 wealth of health
bicameral precision,
monoculturing capitalist rescission,
dipolar non-division;
Social,
political,
economic communication
significantly emerge from personal preference
but also west-hemisphere patriarchal enculturation
no different than propaganda
if delivered with both left and right-hemisphere
collusion intent,
unnaturally sinister,
calculating desecration,
the stuff of deep state
and dark conspiracy theories
Either True or False
or both/and complexly
ego/eco-bilaterally ambiguous,
subtle,
nuanced thought with unpolarized feelings
for interior nurtured spiritual intention
and exterior nutritional natural extension,
Discernment of which solitary seeds
and subterranean root systems are health watered
and wealth weeded,
And which are treated like worthless weeds,
not to be watered with contentment,
fed with commitment,
nourished for cooperative values,
cherished within eco-political futures,
compassioned.
This weediness of ego-neediness
prays for non-preying return
to ecosystemic communal fullness.
Summer resplendent sun glowing
in the photosynthesis of viridescent grass.
Waving blades like long fingers flowing,
the sudden sighing gusts come and pass.
The field lives palpable in the anamnesis.
I step through the Queen Anne’s lace,
I lay down on dense turf, where distress decreases,
Sun of repose wrings out pain, leaving no trace.
The field uncut, surrounded by trees,
shooshing wind mixes only with the hum of bees.
Lazy, balmy, timeless afternoon, grasshoppers leap.
Musty grass inhaled. I doze and fall asleep.
The field dandelions release seeds like cotton
floating on nuzzling breeze, landing, then begotten.
Burrowing moles hunt earthworms under soil.
Nests and mounds, why do ants tirelessly toil?
Toad hops by, pausing, inspecting for insects.
Sioux Nation meadowlarks sing of friendship
from the nearby woodland intersects.
Love by dissolving into field, my ritual worship.
At cool dusk, I awaken to cricket chitter.
Night’s canopy of cosmos is without dimension,
measureless. I am free and joyous in star glitter.
I merge with field habitat, awakening all sensations.
Published: Pick Me Up Poetry 10/22
Accepted for Publication, 11/2023: PoetrySoup Anthology Vol. III
Reflections on the Important Things
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker
The sun
w a n e s into the saline swell,
and the ether
undresses corseted ruminations,
while heart follows formless flames
illuminated with flares of
frankincense forgiveness
as mind replays recurring regrets
like vinyls~
spinning forlorn runes
laced with fallacious fragments,
clouding the intricate cycle of lunar~
intuitions with illusive riddles,
drifting into the eventide of agony…
So I drink and I dine
from the hyacinth hands of
the golden chalices
brimming with turmeric tranquility,
listening ~ in sync ~
with the soul of sanguine stillness
ricocheting with rustling repose,
erasing cracked crevices
heavy with ache
from soft smears of monarch-bliss strokes,
spilling picturesque pigments of peace
from Mona Lisa musings
to veil visions of vanity,
to mask mirrors of melancholy,
to soften scarlet streaks of sorrow…
Tonight I close the portals
of perplexed perceptions,
unlocking the crown chakra
like forgotten forests
glowing with faith and fireflies,
allowing stars to glaze
my inner psyche
with dusts of glistening gratitude,
fine-tuning the symphony of Kundalini
to musical mists of mindfulness,
cloaked in
crystalline clovers of clarity~
like an awakened fairy
flipping leaves of lotus love,
pausing the pulse of pain
beneath an empyrean embellished
with spiritual elixirs,
detached from darkness,
clinging neither to
the seraphic scriptures
nor the egoistic galaxies,
sprinkling superficial sparkles
of material mantras.
As enlightened ink r e m a i n s
reliving ~ sewn into the
seams of sacredness
like endless rivers rippling with
opalescent quiescence…
O divine almighty,
I vow to sow herbs of harmony,
engrossed in the timeless phase
of rose-wine twilight~
untangling twisted tulips
intertwined with
weathered willows.
As I seek nothing but lucid light,
soaked in petrichor musings,
resting in zealous zenith,
for I am a rhymeless disciple
accepting the reality
that kissed the silk of silhouette
amidst rain and warmth~
the celestial peaks of change.
I taste flavors of kismet,
swallowing spices of lament,
comfortably composed
in the mystical essence
of soundless rhythm…
I see them in everything
they're invisible with no form
My body is touched by feelings
it makes my skin crawl
I hear their whispers unending
yet silence is their voice
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
It is the sense of death
I can taste only dry metal
or at least I thought
They make me count the experience
to try to keep me calm
Calm...
To try to keep me calm
they make me count the experience
Or at least I thought
I can taste only dry metal
It is the sense of death
I breathe deeply but smell nothing
Yet silence is their voice
I hear their whispers unending
It makes my skin crawl
my body is touched by feelings
They're invisible with no form
I see them in everything
In the market of life, where all trade and barter,
A sage stood silent, watching the starter
And ender of deals, the ebb and the flow,
Of gains and losses, the high and the low.
"Look beyond the binary," he softly spoke,
To a merchant whose ledger had just gone broke.
"In loss lies a lesson, in gain a test,
In balance between them, you'll find your rest.”
To a triumphant winner, flush with success,
He whispered, "In triumph, cultivate less.
For awe dwells in valleys as much as peaks,
And reverence in silence when fortune speaks.”
A monk passed by, his bowl empty yet full,
His mind was a still pond, with no ripple to cull.
"Mindfulness," the sage nodded, "there's the key,
To watch without grasping, to feel yet be free.”
When fear gripped the crowd as markets fell,
The sage stood unshaken, calm as a bell.
"Resilience," he taught, "is the heart's true wealth,
In change find your strength, in the challenge, your health.”
A child's laughter rang out, pure and clear,
Reminding all present what they held dear.
"Humility," the sage smiled, "keeps us whole,
For in joy and sorrow, we all play a role.”
As day turned to dusk, the sage looked around,
At lives intertwined, all cosmically bound.
"We're threads," he mused, "in a grand tapestry,
Each gain, each loss, shapes our destiny.”
In the quiet of the night, as the market slept,
The sage shared one last truth he'd long kept:
"Balance in all things, moderation in measure,
In being, not having, find your true treasure.”
And as dawn broke anew on the bustling square,
The sage was gone, but his wisdom hung in the air.
For those with ears to hear and eyes to see,
A glimpse of the infinite, where all is free.
Lost in consciousness,
sublimely aware of the dust motes
that saccade my sight, as they
tenderly frolic amongst the remnant
of sunlight that streams through
my window pane.
Gentle the whispers of the wind
that kiss the glass; how distinct
the cawing of the raven perched
upon the window's edge.
How crisp the turbid air,
with its frosty demeanour,
clasping my hands in an icy grip.
What thick musk
provokes my senses,
creating a palpable taste
upon my palate.
Within such deep consciousness,
I shall allow my whole self
to wager intrepidly
into the sensual storm of creation's
intricacy and intimacy.
That I may recall with reverence
that we were once one.
12.10.2021
The surge of self-centric storm blows in the desert of life,
I’m not aware a calm niche of bliss nestles in my heart,
fail to discover the concealed oasis of gentle ambiance,
not until the broken kaleidoscope of ruined lives I discern
ground in the grip of tempest of the ordained life’s turmoil.
The gloomy teary face of the hungry orphan child on road,
the opaque eyes of the petrified mother who lost her child,
deep silent sigh of the destitute resigned to destiny,
illumine my dark wilderness with the soul-searching beacon,
yearning to find the fountain of divine benevolence.
Garnering the gentle grace of God in the sanctum of soul,
the reservoir of overwhelmed humane feelings I empty,
assuage with hope the pain of those in fallen sky’s debris,
convey to them God’s eternal blessing of sanguine solace,
try to kindle faith in abyss of hearts with candle of kindness.
The sordid shadows from the pasture of suffering I remove
with astral aura of the supreme having thousand sun’s shine,
I concentrate my ruffled mind in serene depth of meditation,
learn to extract essence of ecstasy from focused consciousness,
try to see the lotus of bliss bloom in the vase of mindfulness.
Reminder to speak truth
Truths be told, weather's whether prone;
Thoughts provoking we must be found;
"truths" be spoken;
We must be slow to speak always...unbroken;
Speak Father's truth
Always
Authenticity truths spoken, truths be told;
Mindfulness thoughts provoking;
Self-control slow to speak spoken;
Divine guidance Speak Father's truth;
Absolutes;
Speak honestly and wisely;
Reflect before speaking;
Align words with divine truth;
Weather's whether prone" suggests adaptability;
Speak Father's truth" emphasizes divine authority;
11/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024
Scripture Referencing;
Proverbs 10:32: "Lips of righteousness know truth."
- James 1:19: "Slow to speak, swift to hear."
- Psalm 19:14: "May words be acceptable in Your sight."
To touch
can be to give life.
Michelangelo
To feel
can become receiving life
health
spirited wealth
empowering depth
co-invested width.
To physically touch
can grow toward spiritual
bilateral feelings,
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-operative
co-invested,
ego/eco-logical
viral and metaphysically benign.
To touch fractal DNA/RNA-inspired nature
may also feel seasonally expiring divinity,
ecologically created,
theologically creatured.
To healthy touch
and compassionately feel
can be to give spiritual life
and take away natural death
for embodied now,
from well-minded here.
Glimpse in bright gaze a touch of grace,
Apt the sure start of words that spill;
Ink writes of craze as wit fronts face,
Now lift fond heart with mindful thrill.
Make what you will of cheer that charms,
Indulge the space where mind greets heart;
Note how calm thrill can bless word farm,
Discern how grace can cause grand art;
Feel each bold think surge with rich fire,
Use urge to trace a vibrant craft;
Live each bright link as muse now sires,
Nice spice floods pace in tact that drafts;
Etch stillness here in lavish peace,
Set heart with cheer in ample ease,
Seek mindful seer a warm soul lease.
Leon Enriquez
23 November 2018
Singapore