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When your trail has been expunged
and the light has gone dim
call me
we will see what we can do
with your empty feelings
that threaten to implode your world
call me
and together love will unfurl
When your thoughts sell out to blackness
and your heart is in pain from the wounds
call me
I'll arrange to scale the mountain together
each knot in the rope carefully planned
you know you have found a home
here in the freedom land
Set your sights on what's here and now
what is right before your eyes
and awaken to your awareness
which never wears a disguise
and plant your feet firmly on the ground
while you raise your arms to the skies
and remember you are sacred
and in time
your spirit remembers it flies
There are no sorrows to drown in your salty tears
just strength to guide you through
you are here and now
and able to reside in a spirit world
your heart and mind
blessed and pure
and able to continue
one day at a time
stepping if baby steps are needed
to your own
special rhyme.
I'm silk-fire, curled in emblazoned quartz horizons,
Of aurous equator, rising in smoke as a secular bird,
From own fossil-ashes, flying to distant honey-shores, scarlet spun,
Stretching across merlot crusts of earth, like a coal-storm, sobered
Yet, my heart is not a silent sandstone, flaming with rage,
It whispers to my Mon Cherie, my arctic air,
In dialects of redolent romance, midst ethers of space,
And he, who fuels my glory by igniting spirit, emerges in graphite flares
Our skies are not sketched with rose-gold glitters,
Rushing in a black-horse's symphony,
crashing porcelain herbs,
We paint universe in ruins of lead and metallic cinders,
Me and arctic air, breathe as one in thunderous heartbeats of reverb;
Orbiting in jade bonfires of ornamented redwood,
While cradling wrath in crimson vineyards,
Has any nurtured offspring of starburst hope withstood,
If our eclipsed union is a toxic twinkle upon sacred lotus' haven-yarns?
Journey Journal Page
MONDAY
By Leon Enriquez
Monday
Comes around
A fresh play
On new grounds
Create
Sync with change
A new fate
Casts your range
Sparkle
Dare to live
And juggle
What you give
~~~~~~~~~
Bestow
A kind heart
Now you know
How to start
Align
Heart and soul
As mind signs
Thought made whole
Inspire
Word and work
As zest sires
Your own perks
~~~~~~~~~
Desire
To be whole
Start deep fire
Bless your soul
Release
Fear and dread
Groom fine peace
Unafraid
Conceive
Thoughts are things
Now achieve
What feel flings
~~~~~~~~~
Believe
How you feel
You receive
Cheer that heals
Achieve
Your fond dream
Do believe
Lavish streams
Endear
True joy sums
Spread warm cheer
See outcomes
~~~~~~~~~
Abide
Here with grace
Bloom and glide
Sacred space
Attain
In good time
Wise true gains
Mime and chime
Embrace
Your own fate
Quest your pace
In good state
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
26 February 2024
Singapore
I wonder...
If RightWing Activists
are, thereby,
actively against
Allies of a healthy
cooperative
co-invested
compassionate democracy.
If RightMind disempowered pessimists
lack Win/Win enlightened grace
to feel unconditional warm economies
of politically organic love
in sacred time and space.
If RightHand monotheistic powers
could ever learn
from divine experience
to become more bicamerally
GreenLiberal/RedConservational
co-ecstatic
If Left/Right circling spectral lights
of win/win thriving Egos
worshipping our sacred shared
sexual EcoSystems
become, thereby,
compassionate peace-thriving
intrapersonal repairs
supporting resilient interpersonal partnerships,
resonant teams,
and 7-regeneration sustainable,
multisensory health and safety
communions
unions,
transcendently co-empathic
As when GreenNoise Wonder
grows in nonverbal compassion,
integrity of sacred
Red Holesome
inviting robust Awe.
Ah! To be a child again and from worry to be free,
To mimic Mister Squirrel and scamper up a tree!
God made trees for climbing by little girls and boys,
And to build a treehouse in, is one of childhood's joys!
Mighty oaks and elms provide other things as well.
They offer welcoming arms in which little songbirds dwell.
With their colorful robes, trees mark the seasons of the year,
And scratch the hides of antelope, buffalo and deer!
In summer time with their decorous leaves of jade,
Sycamore and ash offer a very welcoming shade.
Maple, beech and linden beautify countryside and towns.
Lofty pines provide a resting place for eagles on their crowns!
We share with God's many creatures His bountiful largesse,
The fruit of the apple, orange, and pear trees, and yes,
Peaches, nuts and apricots, such a myriad of trees,
Soothing us with sighing soughs at every gentle breeze!
The aspen upon a mountain steep is a beauty to behold,
'Specially in the autumn when it dons its gown of gold.
God charges us to be good stewards of His sacred lands.
May we ever respect the trees and treat them as old friends!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 1 in Kim Morrison's "Nature The Popular Theme" Contest - May 2013
You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor,
wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scripture and stone
with a savage Roman military synergy,
a discipline determined in it's destruction of dissension
inspired by ancestral victory,
politics was not our purview,
methodical punishment was our specialty,
We were War's royalty,
we were Legio XV Apollonaris
monsters of Mars, messengers of Apollo,
the juggernaut of Jupiter,
along with 11 other legions led by General Titus
60,000 cuts of glory we stood,
for 3 and a half years we fought through the Jewish guerilla ambush
asymmetrical urban warfare welting our progress
like a pirate pestilence,
district after district, hell spell after hell spell we bled with chilled maneuver,
the Zealots were pyromaniacs, burnt sacrificers
their zeal and our bodies zesty wood,
in the Kidron Valley they flooded the streets ankle high with oiled water
as the Cohorts waded through the lanes leery
a torch was tossed,
flames rose in a rush,
240 men perished like spazing stars trapped in a box,
our grief agape with horrified crush,
as reprimand, Titus made the Legate sit in a tent
with his chopped off ring finger
smoldering like hot sand in the hand of a marooned man
aware of error in his ill plan,
the insurgents had men we called fox tails,
desperate demons who knew how Hell began,
as a skirmish succumbed to our skill and number
they would run into apartments
dragging the fury of our blades into rooms of Hades revenge,
these were fire entrapments,
the buildings would blaze like windowed volcanos
screams salting us with panic linger,
J.A.B.
Summer soared,
"We love the Beloved,
so sacred is our Love-identity,
my Win-Win regenerating strategy."
Winter sneered
"I hate the Hated
so severe is my Hate-identity,
my Lose-Lose decomposing strategy."
Spring responded,
"I will fear/courage the Feared/Courageous,
so CourageFull/FearEmptying is my Fear/Courage-identity,
my nutrient balancing
producing/consuming economy."
Fall harvested,
"I continue angry/happy about this Bad/Glad Past,
so GraceFull/BadSadPurging is my Angry/Happy-identity,
my sometimes toxic falling,
sometimes nutritionally co-arising,
rich reproduction strategy."
Full/New Moon concluded,
"We polyparadigm our expanding polycultures,
so PolyCultures softly speak
anthro-pathic listening co-identities."
Eco/Ego-Language logosed,
"We paradigm our bicultural development,
so culture carries our Yin/Yang
integral Winter EarthMother
strong Summer SunFather
Yin/Yang
wu-wei revolution."
Hello, dear Eldest Son,
and what are you feeling entitled to today?
...
CliffNotes on Christianity.
You mean like Christianity for Dummies?
...
No, no aspersions intended.
I'm wondering...
Maybe some context would help.
Why are you asking about Christianity?
I mean,
other than your totally secular development
and your absence of any sacred fertilization.
...
Yes, well,
we do have that not small problem of evil
despite our omnipotent God.
...
Omnipotent. Like polypathic is to omniscient,
polyculturing outcomes are to omnipotence.
Radically and profoundly and resonantly powerful.
...
Polyphonic to omnipresent...
I'll think about that.
So, yes, I guess my own big take-away from Christianity
is the Holy Spirit is also Gaia.
Just two different names
for one shared holonic regenerate nature-spirit
of co-intelligent evolution revolutions.
...
No, that's about it.
Once you catch on to Holy Spirit
as matriarchal Earth Goddess
nurturing regenerative bilateral-temporal flow,
you can just map Christianity
onto sacred ecology,
and vice versa,
and whatever doesn't seem to fit
probably got added on by some benighted council of patriarchs
anyway.
...
What about God the Father?
...
Well, who would be Father to Earth Goddess?
...
Yeah, that's what I was thinking too.
Earth was born of Father Sun,
and then these two mess with each other
and next thing you know
people come along to make up romantic stories
about photosynthesis
is like breathing
if you have leaves
or healthy bicameral lungs
and heart
and mind.
...
Sure, no problem.
you really didn't call to ask for money?
...
That's what I thought.
How much this time?
...
Buying corporate profit tickets
to this June's PRIDE event
does not feel therapeutic,
where once lived public trauma.
Another annual rite
of well-bred socialization
political masturbation
with no flavor of resistance
to white-washed Capitalism's greed,
to straight Patriarchalism's need
to rapaciously breed
to gluttonously feed
on humble margins
of truly empowered
LeftBrain dominant humanity
not RightBrain depressed
demonically repressed
satanically oppressed
devilishly suppressed
Right supremely unimpressed
by deeply felt insanity
born a profanity
against Earth's Straight
White
MonoTheistic God
False idol
of patriotic
nationalistic pride
parades before
and lingers after
sins against EarthMother's uncapitalized
poor in spirited nature
Our planet's
traumatically wounded child,
x-rated
x-rayed
x-cised
by homophobic
feministphobic
Afrophobic toxins,
divinely inspired hate,
monotheistic vengeance-is-mine
militaristic fate.
This, and future, summers of inclusive love,
I would give away invitations to proud PASSION,
co-passion
compassion
compassionate integrity
passionate enquiry
of Left erect
correct cognition
greets Right flowing
enlightened growing
synergy glowing
sacred felt reconnecting
concelebrations
Of timeless
dipolar co-arising parades,
out-rageous raving displays
of globally spectral
spectacular
spiraling circular rainbows
of regenerating strings
and co-passionate things
Sacred hope promises
form ribboned resonant faith
for love
of EarthTribe's holy
co-emergent DNA diversity
deeply held
in silent summer whispers
Inviting year-round
and full
and sweaty wet PASSION plays
stories
narratives
epic songs,
starred night light
and lunar displays
Flowing Right
Left strength
universally full
uniting Color
Healthy polycultures
wealthy multicultures evoking
not revoking
compassionating
never mindlessly sedating
fully woke
out celebrating
Earth's PASSIONTribe.
Born of Christmas day to heal the world to save
this child of love expelled His rarest gift, His light
He shone upon the earth from deep within a cave
On that first blest Noel like a star in the night
He shared His worth His joy so lovingly and true
this child of love expelled His rarest gift, His light
Gathered in a stable where animals withdrew
this Jew of Saintly cloth was born but never cried
He shared His worth His joy so lovingly and true
Bethlehem star of Peace, He could not be denied
inside a world of sin a Savior soon would win
this Jew of Saintly cloth was born but never cried
He could be our brother, our sister, next of kin
this warrior of truth, this man of Sacred Grace
inside a world of sin a Savior soon would win
Holy Shroud of Turin the imprint of His face
Born of Christmas day to heal the world to save
this warrior of truth, this man of Sacred Grace
He shone upon the earth from deep within a cave.