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O
Come dance with me into the Garden of your restored self
Here lies the victory denied to you outside of life
Here roads lead by themselves to eternal unfolding self-realization
Here there are no possessions or possessed
And it is deathless
Do you understand?
O
Come dance with me into the Divine Garden of your restored mind
Here the music does not stop
Here the notes do not lie
Here the Diety is no longer hidden
And the light is forever
Do you understand?
O
Come dance with me into the Garden of your salvation
Here lies your purification, victory and sanctification
Here the seeds you planted long ago sow themselves eternally
Producing Cypress, Lemons, and Lilies, Apples and Cinnamon
Perennial fruits of Christ himself
Do you understand?
O
Come dance with me into the Garden of your restored childhood
Here the flowers at the foot of your crucifixions never wilt
Here music is poured out into the star-soaked dance floor
Here you can linger forever on point
And tip toe into a landscape of transfixing peace
Do you understand?
O
Come dance with me into the Garden of your new family
Here children are never betrayed
Here the tangled tendrils of family desire cannot enter
Here immature strength blossoms into Herculean victory
And the harshest madness of unlived life dissolves towards God
Do you understand?
O
Come dance with me into the Garden of your new found peace
Here there are no ambushes no attacks
Here there is an eternal presence of the Divine
Here your first world passes away
And you are taken back into a grown- up heart know from infancy
Do you understand’
O
Come dance with into this Garden of holy incantations
Here the cradle curse at the royal birth is broken
Here the voice of the Lilac fairy reigns as law
Here you are eternally yourself
And one with God
Do you understand?
The sum total of well being and self-hypnosis’s potential,
the bull eye and perfect timing existential.
The ball players reference to space and momentums reach,
or the weakest link of efficiency in breach.
Gifts and wrath given in time to individual charisma,
maturity of spiritual growth and wisdom.
The secrets of success by strength of conviction,
a seeming death and birth of soul in its friction.
When lack of patience starves virtue to death,
while wondering dreams holding all breath.
He who is the master of his own domain,
is the ruler of destinies and very sane.
Repressed faith is to suppress divine impulse,
spirits tangible and formless temple.
By wishing means and its breaking goal,
cosmic alarm clock and season of soul.
Reverse psychology and lubricating ignorance,
the self by self fabricated circumstance.
Not by self-realization that one realize God,
it is by God-realization to realize in oneself the odd.
Black panther
Striped tiger;
Stray cats challenge
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Takeaway meal
Fast food dinner;
Family feast
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Street bazaar
New offerings greet;
Dazzling array
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Crowded mall
Strangers congregate;
Celebrities entertain
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Busy walkway crowd
Strange faces meet;
Loneliness loiters
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Tired old couple
Sun drenched faces;
Hair greying with late bus
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Child care centre
Noisy kids mingling;
Care-giver disciplines
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Hotel atrium
Tourist traffic brisk;
Coming and going
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Supermarket shelves
Global brands assemble;
Mini United Nations
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Morning kung-fu
Martial arts dance;
Healthy self-defense
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Mirror image peeps
Self-realization stare;
Grey hair and wrinkles
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Leon Enriquez
31 August 2014
Singapore
so here's another full-bellied f**k
with his fancy camera
and fatuous smile
at having discovered another
photo-op for capturing human existence
in full multi-pixellated hd!
"Oh," he wonders in his new-found
self realization, "How industrious,
how self-striving are these pieces of Humanity.
struggling valiantly against odds
how happy they seem!"
"How Happy", indeed!
yeah, we may toil and haggle
and try to skim off a buck here and there
our lot to hang around -
denizens of this sprawling entrepot
finding much mention
and adoration
in the condescending halls
of the likes of this
posing D**kh**d!
A blessing bursts through on a rainy day
It came without blemish and shame
But with happiness and mirth
Tears filled my heart's pores
As the rain of guilt fell more and more
But light poured through and opened a door
I stand upon a sun-shined path
The rain falls light as the blessing is insight
Hovering its luminous aura around my life
We shed tears and feel the pain and sorrow
Sometimes not even aware of the good coming tomorrow
The blessing is life
The ability and opportunity to live
Self-realization and heartwarming epiphanies
Take away the pangs of tribulation
My eyes are open - I can see
And breathe in the blessing given to me
December 15, 2012
Listen, love, one second –
I pray you hear me out.
I see you waste away –
now tell me: What’s that all about?
Your laughter used to fill the room –
silence is what replaces it.
To find the cause of your lament –
step back and let's retrace it.
Don’t tell me it’s this creature –
whom hides out in the dark.
The one who leeches endlessly –
Leaving behind red marks.
I don't know why you kill yourself –
(when) things only stay the same.
I know, dear, that you love him –
(but sadly) love won’t make him change.
Stop wasting all your tears –
(for someone) who won’t care to wipe them.
He heard you loud and clear, my love, –
he continues on and then some.
Has anybody told you –
that you've got a way with words?
The images you illustrate –
how could you not be heard?
It’s not because he's broken –
(or that) he was not raised right.
He’s committed to assaulting –
your emotions day and night.
It's not his crazy ex –
nor is it just ignorance.
It's frankly that the painting brings –
really makes no difference.
Not to him I should’ve said –
‘cuz I for one can’t stand it!
Watching him soak up your light –
just to leave you empty-handed.
So, who am I exactly? –
(And why) do I bring you this message?
I am the future you –
I'm here to offer you safe Passage.
From where you are, to what's to come –
I promise it gets brighter.
Release what wasn't meant for you –
you'll find the weight gets lighter!
The answer’s rather simple –
but that's not to say it's easy.
It's time that you reclaim your worth –
and that starts with simply breathing.
Breathe in, breath out.
And then kick their ass to the curb.
I'm a cowboy some call me redneck, I'm a lover and a fighter, I try not to do no one wrong, I treat women like ladies, I drink whiskey and I get crazy, I still cry to sad country songs,
I'm a sucker for the highway, all roads go my way, my mom she's probably wondering where I'm off thunderin to now, me and my old beatup truck, with a small piece of luck, I can show you what it means to be free, sometimes it gets so damn lonely, the emptiness it turns into fear, I'll find a lady tonight, to hold me tight, and tell me everything will turn out just fine.
I don't care much for big cities, although women there sure are pretty, they've got Honky Tonks far and wide, give me small town city limits, where people know each other's business, I've got nothing to hide. my mom she's always preaching I need a wife in the kitchen, with kids running in and out of the door, I know I'm not ready for one woman steady, I'd leave her crying to go out with the boys, I don't know what it is inside me, that keeps me to drifting around. I've said time and again, I'm glad there's places I've never been, might be the reason I keep moving on.
I'm just a cowboy some call me redneck, I'm a lover and a fighter, I still cry to sad country songs.
The Ascetic verbalized.
Give way for wind, hear the wind in the silence too
To be in the know of things and make others know.
Let the silence be the words to be pronounced!
Be enable to merge the sound and words.
Overcoming is the self - realization.
The way to beatitude is the most delectable text of love ever written.
The knowledge radiates light on darkness.
That light usher enlightenment for which you do not need to change the dress codes.
One who detach from the entanglement of material desires becomes weightless like feather.
That perpetually occurs in solitude.
To see the outer reality one does not need to open the eyes.
Given knowledge always embers.
It is not an accepted doctrine only.
The beauty of the God’s love is nothing but the significance of knowledge.
Those who understand the God and experience Him are really said to be the lovers of mankind.
Whereas, God disappears from the devotees and admirers.
Life is a mystical muse inspiring
never ending creation
Creating gives life to ideas that lay
dormant in the mind
When this is done we open doors that
can never be closed
The mind is like a beautiful budding rose
ready to bloom
Like a mansion with many rooms there's
plenty of room for its clothes
Expansion leads to expeditions within self
that offer growth
To expedite this process you'll need to
grow & open up
Bloom like the flower you are to journey
on despite the thorns
& bumps in the road
Planting seeds that you wish to see
come to fruition
is the only way to grow
This is a great way to go though
it's a path
less traveled
The road to self-realization
is one that's
walked alone
In your own zone is where you'll
find the knowledge
that you seek
You're an open book & every time
you open your
eyes you take a peek
You are the question & answer so
to speak
but you must
know what to ask
This life is the best of all teachers
& you're in
a never ending class
The power of the almighty flows through my heart and veins,
And pervades my being like the wings of birds wrap their young;
Like an angel or a divine soul, I am freed of pains,
The primordial cosmic energy flows in my lungs...!
Power empowered by divine love is unparalleled,
Psychic power attained by conscious meditation lasts,
By the power of right thoughts, words, and deeds evils are quelled,
The power of unity goes beyond all creeds and castes...!
Power, like diamonds between thick coals, is hidden in me,
Self-Realization, the soft-swam brush, cleans this diamond;
Love, patience, wisdom, and courage, like treasures of the sea,
Fill me and unite me with all; I'm no more an island...!
May kindness, which, like lifeblood, is my ultimate power,
Generously, I pray, on each being, may I shower...!!!
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