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SafeHome is not so much a real place
as a destiny longed for
on our lifetime journey toward dynamic well-being,
too healthily robust to fear growing homeless and friendless.
SafeHome is not an unchanging Paradise,
statically without resonantly changing,
slow-turning nutritious seasons,
ups and downs,
ins and outs.
Such conservative stability, uniformity
could never be my red-blooded idea
of brilliantly resilient Heaven.
So, when Earth's climate pressures,
internally and externally competing
to my point of ego-aggression,
notice chronic stress climbing up my back
and shoulders,
brain stem and frontal cortex
concerned about politically left and personally unself-righteous depression,
When cynicism about never ever loving enough WinWin RealTimes
RealTalk
Real cooperative integrity walks
into co-passioning solidarity,
Then my SafeHome destined child and parent voices
prefer WinWin economic ecological sanctuary
removed from WinLose habitual habitats,
dissonant stuckness
never ever feeling like healthy SafeHome resilience.
Homes resonantly sustained
First, by dynamic cooperative resonance
with all EarthTribes
occupying compassionate health vocational preoccupations
And, Second,
actively seeking sanctuaries cooperatively facilitating,
feeding,
watering,
fueling resilient multicultural nutritional development.
HealthyWealth SafeHomes
plant and harvest socially compassionate
interdependent health-resonant relationships,
polyculturally resilient,
spiritually and naturally polypathic, nonsectarian,
democratically positive energetic, dynamic systems
forming SafeWombed
flow-functions,
universal inside survivor memories
of cooperative sanctuary, originally outside warm wombs
From SafeWombs
emerge WinWin infants, then young and free children
who become WinWin parents and teachers and gratitude preachers,
eco-listeners and ego-speakers
longing for compassionately cooperative SafeHome returns,
pilgrimages toward universal solidarity,
unitarian SafeHome interdependence.
A long strong ZeroZone SafeHome
for robust reunification
within EarthTribe graced communions, healthy
green cooperatives,
permaculturally wealthy
deep learning lifetimes
for green STEAM educational placements,
safe ZeroBalancing carbon-based residencies
in WinNature-WinSpirit learning civilizations.
Dead leaves
Brown lifeless carpet;
Windy conclusions
~~~~~~~~~
Sun beams streak
Dawn happens fast;
Birth of new day
~~~~~~~~~
Little boy here
Little girl there;
Playtime sand pitch
~~~~~~~~~
Candlelit cupcake
Feisty fiery wish;
Soul in free spirit
~~~~~~~~~
Waiting here
High rise lift crowd;
Together alone
~~~~~~~~~
Evening interlude
Stray insect cacophony;
Night shift postures
~~~~~~~~~
TV sitcom
Drama on demand;
Pricey menu
~~~~~~~~~
Stray aromas
Perfume floating sweet;
Familiar presence
~~~~~~~~~
Sleepy hours
Dreamy preoccupations;
Drowsy forgetfulness
~~~~~~~~~
My monkey mind
Fickle flip flops;
Splashing unclear
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
12 May 2016
Singapore
I squandered my future,
my past present expended.
Unsteady steps protracted,
seconds and hours not tended.
My thoughts were not pondered,
delusional perspectives un-debated.
So many of my mistakes,
could have been anticipated.
Was it my unfounded fear,
that informed my preoccupations?
I could have chosen different,
my foundational miscalculations.
Polite and respectful,
an untrue participation.
The truth didn’t factor,
into my odd equation.
So I embraced my fear,
which fuelled my frustration.
Mistake on mistake,
led me to this destination.
One step forward,
two steps quickly back.
Do you see me sunshine?
My brain going clackity, clack.
I’m the one afraid of shadows,
don’t worry, I won’t attack.
Just a quiet back door seeker
searching for the strength that I lack.
Tell me please,
what can I do?
I want to be like me,
but just a bit more like you.
So I’m drowning my thoughts,
I guess that’s nothing new,
you keep bouncing in my head,
is what you’re offering true?
Now my many mad moments
are down to a few,
with the last sip of sorrow,
where am I headed too?
Maybe there I’ll find my answers,
will Jesus greet me anew?
Still my greatest final fear,
is he’ll just wait for you!
This piece is from the perspective of a person caught up in addiction.
Prismatic dewy blanket
Velvet green grass;
Random footprint patterns
Grocery list
Things to stock up;
Empty pantry
Invitation cards
Huge mailing list;
Big banquet crowd
Pockets of plenty
Diamonds in the midst;
Sparkling surprises
Car in fine state
Good as brand new;
Seven years already
Moon glow tonight
Ascendant prospects;
Dreams do come true
Look beyond crowded space
Sea of human faces;
Rush hour transit train
Grass verge flowing
Lying on the grass;
See heavenly terraces
Love comes to call
Noisy preoccupations;
No one notices
Evening comes around
Plumeria fragrance in the wind;
Observe the charming weather
Listen clearly
Stray songbird serenades;
Echoes of loneliness
So much to do
Time is not enough
To accomplish all tasks
Thoughts in a soup
Words start to swirl;
Sense patterns emerge
Leon Enriquez
17 July 2014
Singapore
Could you love
an old white redneck
with HIV,
inhaling too much medicine?
Could you love him
if he were able to listen
without judging,
but commiserating,
curious about nuances,
finding dark humor
transcending rumors
of ego’s timorous tumors
and climatic anthro-terrifying tremblers?
Could you love a sad house-bound poet,
with too many kids of vulnerable colors,
multiculturally married but neurodiversely separated,
haunted by recurring adoption-denied nightmares?
Abandonment
allows suffocation,
nutritional neglect,
dislocation
drowning embryonic surf,
tidal pools of loneliness
propelling salty
dark
dissonant compassions,
emotive compost
organically fueling preoccupations
toward resurfacing light.
Could you love him
if he could know what you feel,
and guess why
and wonder how,
and hope when,
and care where
we might want to hear
and feel and dance and breathe
this sacred co-opera again?
Could you love erotic simplicity
if delivered with truer exotic festivity?
Could you love integrity,
us becoming right synergy
here
and now?
Could we sacred love
exchanging secularized anger management
for musing compassion's
proactive
interactive
interdependent
inter-reconnecting
inter-re-ligious EarthTribe opportunities?
Could you love
these neurodiverse
neuro-sexsensory ones
you are already miraculously singing
and dancing within
without?
On this desecrating Earth
Nature's BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit--
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,
In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile dispiriting armaments,
empty entertainments,
pretend preoccupations designed to magically protect
against longer-term biological rotting death
Each Sacred Organic Dignity's
inevitably stalking Loss of identifiable Life--
Loss of active hope for sacred Truths
Hidden within secular Beauty
or even experiential health-optimizing WinWin Ways
to everyday continue multi-regenerationally wealth
creative curiously courageous camouflage cooperative
Thriving.
In a secular-languaged
LeftBrain dominant culture,
sapien and RightBrain WiseElder,
Natural experience reminds us
to become profoundly grateful
Ego death's natural outcomes
are predicated on input
experienced within spiritual EcoLife
EcoLogical Truth
Green Environmental hidden byways
matriarchally cooperative
Natural/Spiritual CoOwnership
of WinWin global through Ego aspirations,
attractions,
interests,
curiosities
timelesssly regenerating healthy/wealthy
nurturing and nutritional and nuanced Life
hiding Ego/EcoLogical Truths in plain relational loving light,
Left/Right bilateral short-
through long-term
timeless omnipresent Ways.
LeftBrain deductive secular Ego maps
of DNA Right BrainStemmed Rooted Healthy Wealth
sacred historically resilient
EcoTerritory--
hiding and dividing
inviting and revolutioning
LeftBrain's
hidden undomesticated SpiritVoices
heard happiest from OutDoor Natural ReSources--
DNA resilient
health/wealth bilaterally resonant RealTime--
notnot ZeroSum Prime DiPolar Rooted
in CommonGround Light
CoOperative AnimaMundi Truths, MultiCultural.
Now I lay me down to sleep
with the satisfaction
that I've dotted all the Is,
crossed off all the Ts;
and I've checked all the boxes
on the accomplishments
of the day. So I bury my head
on the pillow with gratitude,
anticipating the dawn of a new day.
Today is done. I'm free now;
untethered from woven tapestries
of what-might-have-beens.
I have piece of mind.
I've resigned from gnawing
preoccupations of unmet
prospects and unseized moments.
Those I'll hold in abeyance.
I lay me down to sleep tonight
with a prayer that tomorrow
will be a better day, a brighter day.
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish
Date written: 01/25/2021
Earth's multi-tribal sanctuary,
like any flexible multi-generational home,
like elastically resilient residents
of a nineteenth century
three-family brownstone,
or a centennial extended family farm,
positively grows gratitude
for HereNow integrity
of further co-operative covenanted potential ways
and means to restore Paradise peace intent
for all future healthy EarthTribe residents,
internally transposing self-awareness
as GreenSanctuaried regenerators
Producing more buoyantly democratic covenanted hope to thrive
with LeftBrain non-violent synergy
preferring RightBrain peace-filled, gracious EcoSanctuary.
Internal long-term happiness covenants,
like interior heart climates,
like healthy New Year internalized resolutions,
grow resilient enough to last a year,
or even a co-operative lifetime,
as flexibly needed flow-therapy
Back and forth in Time's sacred sanctuary of memory
releasing aggressive Win/Lose historical intentions
in favor of ElderRight internal synergy sanctuary
with YoungerLeft's externalizing everyday integrity,
Together wealthing healthy short-term Wins, contractually agreed
yet also intending to long-term Win global healthy sanctuary
with and for all
organically compliant green covenanted residents past
present
and future
happily divesting away from violent intent and communication
sometimes more silently felt
than exposed as a future need for empowering resilient peace
without over/under-building boundaries.
Universal GoldenRule covenants,
internalized through global DNA expressing balanced health
within Unitarian EcoGreen Sanctuaries
of resilient multi-generational robust wealth,
YangLeft multiculturally active co-operation
within YinRight WiseElder's sacred holistic preoccupations
grow most mutually hospitable
as an organically bicameral,
intentional GreenSanctuary.
.. . Expectation....Preoccupation.. Limitations. We all got these..... . . ....Perception...............Obsessions.......deceptions..... .everyone gives in to those...... ....
Possessions.. . .....Confessions.................Definitions....everyone wants those... Is this why everything seems to decompose .... There's a lesson here. I suppose .... We need to look to those that know.....learn live and adjust....and see how it goes.. Gotta remember how to trust.....instead of giving in to the sins of greed and lust........
.. .. . Expectations. ...Preoccupation .... Limitations........Everyone has some. . . ....Perceptions...obsession...........deceptions.....everyone lives with them........ ....
Possessions.. . .....Confessions............, ...Definitions.....everyone wants those... perceptions....Deception....everything seems to decompose .... There's a lesson here. I suppose ....
Need to remember our neighbor ....
Not always look at things as emotional labor.....and bad behavior....and remember to give......give love to the lord our savior.......Believe me our souls are in danger....things are gonna get stranger.. And stranger....and stranger
. . Expectations.....preoccupations ....Limitations.. Everyone has some. . . ....Perceptions....deceptions....obsessions..........everyone lives with them........ ....
Possessions.. . .....Confessions..................Definitions....everyone wants those... Is this why things decompose .... There's a lesson here. I suppose ....what do you....what do you propose ..I guess I'll have to wait and see how it goes
Weary at the end of a long, punishing day.
It's heaven when I close my eyes to sleep;
tightly-held preoccupations and woes drift away
as I slowly sink into a calm, bottomless deep.
Such a liberating escape, finally counting sheep.
Off to dreamland, I go, and Morpheus leads the way.
I wish you'd come with me, and off we'll creep
to a peaceful heath in my dream where butterflies play
Oh-No A Twisted Char-Lay Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by charles messina
Date written: 01/26/2020