Long Transmutes Poems
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Rising from earth, life multiplies
It’s our innate urge to expand
Our instincts driven by God’s hand
Then mind of ego opens eyes
We begin to learn and discern
Yet in fire of desire we burn
When pride dies, our soul wingless flies
Head and heart now act hand in glove
Feral lust transmutes to pure love
Grace descends in heart, bliss the prize
We transcend each and every ism
Magnetism ignites body prism
That we’re God’s light, we realise
Both immanent and transcendent
Luminous and bliss resplendent
Rising from earth, life multiplies
Then mind of ego opens eyes
When pride dies, our soul wingless flies
Grace descends in heart, bliss the prize
That we’re God’s light, we realise
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
Ineffable is our heart’s happiness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Our head melds with heart, conceding defeat
Silence continuum, ushers wellness
As Ohm vibration within does repeat
Bursts forth blissfulness, in tranquil stillness
Negating not, our mind-body this-ness
We rest egoic thought forms, that love deplete
Vibrant then becomes, in-form consciousness
Magnetic heat fills us from head to feet
We vaporise, as love does love throbs greet
Our aura transmutes to soft white brightness
As we imbibe soma elixir sweet
Ineffable is, our heart’s happiness
Wisdom downloads dispel our soul’s darkness
As of heart’s desire, we dance to love’s tweet
Is-ness of being-ness in joyfulness
In resonance with the divine love beat
Rapture’s unbound as polarities meet
Boundaries blur; we entwine with oneness
Heart takes pole position, at the love seat
God’s light in fullness, fills our emptiness
Bursts forth blissfulness
25-November-2021
In human form I was born. In human frame I will stay,
but for some other species, life doesn't transpire that way.
A wiggly caterpillar transmutes into a wondrous creature
when it emerges with beautiful wings as its best feature.
I can't begin to imagine myself in an altered physical form
and have my atoms rearranged, deviated from the norm.
I wonder... if I entered another realm, in the spiritual sense,
would I cast shadows or auras of light in bright effulgence?
For the transfigured mind of my heart to be in mutual accord,
first it must surrender the resident ego to receive its reward.
Once I perceived answers to the bounty of questions asked,
could I be transmuted again, or would my future be masked?
Is it likely that my state of 'being' will be something to resist
and query in what physiological sentience could I feasibly exist?
I seek clarification about what happens in life as a transmutation.
Is it even something I could fathom, given a plausible explanation?
I don't wish to become a frog from tadpole, and egg hatched,
because to my human body, I have become rather attached.
First, I'd inquire if there is a reversion process after mutation
that would rescind metamorphosis through a surgical ablation.
We are he who we seek
Millions of magnetised bliss bubbles burst
Concentrated along our central vein
Rapture beyond measure quenches heart’s thirst
Ignition renews again and again
We would, if we could, transfer this power
Pulsating joyously within our heart
Love drenched soul dances in a bliss shower
God transmutes form, as a work of His art
The trick, oh hermit, is tranquil stillness
By letting go of each ego spawned urge
Thought rested awareness, one with oneness
Celebrates within, thunderous bliss surge
Delusional is imagined bondage
‘Know we are who we seek’ ~ an old adage
14-May-2022
Meet moments grand where love lingers,
Intent frames feel as mind attains;
Now be a friend as you wander,
Dazzle fine will with faith's thought train.
Observe poise here: mind over matter,
Voice that pure wit as choice moves poise;
Expect good cheer to claim better,
Reach willing fit that transmutes noise.
Mind what you say and feel bold quest,
Apt focus sees that fragrant prize;
Taste then each day your vibrant zest,
Touch now sets free your fond surprise;
Echo firm lot as affluence comes,
Reap wholesome thoughts as feelings sum.
Leon Enriquez
26 September 2017
Singapore
Cold frosty chilly night air creeps
Over my skin in a shiver,
The moon wanes away so forlorn
In a sad solitude alone.
The eerie street lamp in the mist
Confers a solitary light,
I stand in front by the walkway
Alone with loneliness and damp.
Not a soul stirs on suburb street
Except me dumping garbage here,
I can see the neighbour's dark porch
For no one is at home right now.
Six-thirty on Thursday feels dark
As the autumn dusk comes early,
Here the equinox flings surprise
As darkness drapes the warm sunshine.
The black cat with the bushy tail
Waltzes into a feisty view,
A territorial gaze transmutes
Caution stranger, city dweller!
Here by this house we live a lease
Far from the crowded city lights,
A sojourn of a trip away
From our old peculiar fixtures.
Leon Enriquez
17 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
O Fall, let this lore of love
be the last ~
I have long bled black-veiled
roses of the widow’s requiem,
rambling raw rues
from an aching orchard,
stomaching the sorrow,
barely breathing
a woman’s woe
beneath my flesh,
where every thorn
preserves my pulse
from paranormal peril,
and every petal pauses
to placate the pallid palate,
as the leaf of life
sleeps upon my lip,
staining my skin
with sensuous scents,
reminding my soul
that the twin flame keeps
beautifully b l a z i n g ~
like sunsets
amidst Sphinx’s silence,
kissing the heart’s hideaway
as phoenix-rain
transmutes inner-terrors
into a fearless field
of ferocious flowers
savagely stemmed
to the womb of wounds…
Yet, you, my merciful mentor,
O heaven-sent solace,
appeared
like an indomitable spark ~
when
the pain was inevitable,
sleep unattainable,
the sorrow inescapable,
the darkness unbearable.
You did not heal the painful haven ~
but laid skillfully
an Eden of earth-angel ink,
and the taste of your touch
taught my sky to fight the thunder.
I learned to hold on,
still leaning in,
never letting go,
as neither dusk
nor dawn can delude me…
If this is the final metaphor,
when the soul-stars
dream and die,
f a r e w e l l foliage,
remember ~
I burn
I yearn
I turn
sepia hues, autumnal time,
forevermore,
bride ~
eagle-feathered sun…
Kundalini - Divine Mother
Forged from earth’s crust, we are but dust
Deluded heart, enslaved by lust
We flounder about, incomplete
Till spurred by kundalini’s thrust
Ego’s ways lead but to defeat
Best we surrender at God’s feet
Emptiness within magnetised
Dancing to the divine bliss beat
False mind dies, nothing’s weighed or sized
In timeless time, God’s realised
Heart’s living light, essence of soul
In Holy Spirit’s stream baptised
As we gently enact life role
Divine Mother’s touch makes us whole
The gist is this, cease to resist
Making God-connect, our sole goal
Open heart and an unclenched fist
Transmutes us here, as a love mist
Boundaries blur, nodes within stir
Bliss beats unendingly persist
11-May-2022
HMS, Rhymezone
Rubaiyat Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sotto Poet
Notes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kundalini
Sapphire elixir has formed herself into a beautiful gem,
relieving mental outbursts
repelling negative thought waves that could harm
or inflict self-doubt of any kind
Sapphire properties transmutes negative thoughts
into light and happy ones.
Reaching for a dark navy stone in the form of a
pendant, ring or bracelet
influences the wearer toward happy, light, joyful moods
Sapphire has been revered by the ancients,
since the beginning of the beginning
known by the ones who know the heart's soul the best
Appreciated by those who can heal torn
Chakras, and those who can feel the earth's pain.
A magic elixir in the form of a gem that has the power
to transmute negative thought into positive healing
Healing for you, and healing for the earth.
Sapphire. The magic elixir toward great quantities of joy.
Comes a time when we choose to pause
the cause of both fear and desire,
choosing to abide by God’s laws,
whence His touch is all we aspire.
This consciousness shift comes about
on reaching point of exhaustion,
when our soul, to be free from doubt,
abandons prudence of caution.
Where love blossoms, ego recedes,
paving way for grace to inpour,
wherein we are still and God leads,
magnetising each body pore.
God yearns for our touch very much
but we too must cooperate,
by letting go of thought flow crutch,
whence nodes within, in joy gyrate.
To know for sure, we must become
the light that all scriptures acclaim,
which when we’re synced to the bliss hum,
transmutes us as a living flame.