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My dear Siblings,
I voted for Hillary.
I would have preferred Bernie,
but she agreed to much of his platform-especially universal health care and education and seemed to be cognizant of environmental/climate change issues and bonus--she's a woman!
How I feel now? I am still haunted by the sound of my millennial son as he stood in the shower the morning after the election,
sobbing,
grief stricken,
mourning the loss of freedom and safety for many of his friends of different races,
nationalities,
sexual identities
and religions.
I am both immensely proud of him and fear for him
when I remember him coming out of the bathroom after that gut wrenching and utterly hopeless outpouring of tears.
He wore the look of a young man going off to war
and declared his allegiance and his personal protection to all those now named targets of hatred.
I'm not sure that I would have the courage to be a millennial now.
I recently watched about 20 snapping turtle hatchlings emerge, one by one, from a small hole in the sand bank above the pond and embark on a hilarious topsy-turvey tumble down the embankment and disappear into the dark stillness under the lush green vegetation of the shallow water.
Along the way some of them appeared to die.
At one point, the lifeless forms were starting to pile up near the exit hole of the nest and I feared for those still waiting for their turn to feel the sunlight on their faces.
What amazed me was to see how these little creatures responded to each other.
One would walk right over the top or lightly brush up against the side of an apparently dead sibling
and suddenly they were moving along together.
I imagined one saying to the other,
"Come on. You can do it. Don't stop now."
or maybe "I'll race you",
like I used to say to Jeremy when I wanted him to move faster.
I was relieved and very satisfied when the last one slipped into the pond;
a proud midwife.
I can only hope that the extreme disregard for the Earth and all her creatures,
including human beings,
that is spewing out of our political system and corporations
will incite all of us to a new way of being;
to getting everybody to the pond.
Lovingly,
Kerry
We fall Hard and steady
Down dimensions unknown
Down, each turn and drop
We turn and tremble, teeming with tingling terrors
Nightmares fuel
Combust and flare outwards until nothing can contain it
We fall
We tumble, down further
Banging, bashing, crashing into oblivion
We tornado outwards, from within
Our hearts break and bend, and release their burdens
They blow like bombs
Our minds burst, and burn like supernovas
Enveloping all that is, and will ever be with blinding light
Eyes scorched and hearts immolated
We climb, turn and tumble
Bumble like buffoons
We soar ever higher, becoming ever lighter
We fly like jet fighters
Higher and higher still
Above the atmosphere
Float… suspended in stillness
Until we blossom and spread like wildfire
Flowering, showering, we sow our stardust seeds
We turn, stumble, and reach
We fall, like meteors, into each other’s orbit
Until collapse
My younger son is my best judge, I believe,
Having spent more time with me, he can assess me better.
His random statements about my personality,
I believe are uttered with sincerity, not simply to please.
To him, the outstanding qualities of his mother
Are Compassion, Piety and a Yearning to improve.
Others’ pain can easily move me to tears
And am ready to alleviate their suffering as best as I can.
Forgiveness and Compassion go hand in hand.
Unless we are compassionate, we are not human.
Unless we let go, we can never be peaceful and free.
Unless we care, the fountain springs of life will go dry.
Coming to piety, yes, I am. I believe nothing is possible
Without God’s benevolence and I am rather strict,
That the family is together for the evening prayers,
For, I trust, it is through prayer, man is made fit.
Every day I entreat God to fill us with love and piety,
Which alone can keep all anxieties and fears at bay.
When problems tumble down on us, one on another,
With contrition, I address God in greater earnest.
Learning and changing every day, I strive to improve myself.
Endeavour to do my best, though never perfect.
With no inner debates and no lame excuses,
I do my duty and try to hold my head high.
Happy with my upbringing, I am thankful to my parents.
Loving myself, I am on my way to better myself.
Toiling hard to enhance the God given talents,
I cook, clean, paint and keep my surroundings beautiful.
Of all the fiends I ever knew, the worst was Mack the Killer
Who lived on other people’s gold, a spendthrift and coin-spiller
We all watched as he showered gold on mothers never wives
We saw him fill the tweaking hands of men embracing blight
We saw them never work again, their days turned fast to waste
We saw the good folk tumble down in ever-quicker haste
We saw their souls face in the mire, the spark now smothered out
We saw the men to anger to turn, to cover killing doubts
Not to build, not to think, no hand upon the tiller
They went to their graves hungry ghosts, because of Mack the Killer.
Here within gloom, each movement makes
Or break old rules to set again
The breath of room to give and take
Both wise and fool to spark the plain.
No need to run or fight or cry
For day is done ere it began
In realms of pun that flavoured sigh;
So do have fun dear solemn friend.
Earth breeds this wood, and fire must burn
Wood in sure air, as water cools
Earth in fine mood that must in turn
Cycle despair in knave and fool.
Elements swing in fluid sure grace
As if to tell the story set
In fall and fling of time and space;
Yes, we do well to feed and fret.
So in-between this wax and wane,
Each random show must surge and die
A thousand dreams in life's sure lanes;
Give up the glow as ashes ply.
But now is here, and life goes forth
Brave in empty yet sure and fiery;
Passion finds sphere seeking true North
Hazy, dimly, in the blurry.
Indulge your feel in human stuff,
The things that burn away the grime;
Align and heal broken enough
To quickly turn, go beyond time!
For start is end, and ending starts;
The circle set in cycle sure;
All life thus trends to one pure heart
The core where wet and dry crafts pure!
For end greets start, and starting ends;
The broken links joined once again
In mind and heart in unknown blend
The seamless think that now feels sane.
Thus, time and space have come around
To fill the form where noise pollutes;
Love casts the pace in common grounds,
That lively norm that thought includes.
So on and on, and round and round,
The seasons rush and tumble down;
Movement beyond to spirit found
In soul and trust, both smiles and frowns.
Leon Enriquez
08 Apr 2014
Singapore
A Simple Pleasure
A simple pleasure in simple lines
Frosty mornings, that wear fuzzy slippers,
Bundled against the dawning amber chill
To watch the early robins through misted windows
With fragrant Lady Grey in stoneware mugs
And crispy buttered English muffins
Spread with marmalade.
On a rain soaked early afternoon
When raindrops tumble down rain chains,
As puddles drip from bare branches,
To settle in a comfy chair
With a warming bergamot scented
Cup of tea and little chocolate something.
And when the wind howls in icicles
And evening snow falls in frigid fingers,
Wrapping roads and rooftops in white blankets,
To view the snow blind fury from the fireside
With a spicy pekoe brew in a china cup
From garden parties long ago and faraway.
A simple pleasure in simple lines.
2-9-23
Contest: A Simple Pleasure
Theme Chosen: Drinking a Cup of Tea
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Have you ever really looked at a tree?
Have you thought of the ancient roots that support it...
to behold its majesty?
A tree must have deep roots, ever growing beneath the soil.
Carrying the weight of life's nourishment,
in its daily struggle...bearing its constant toil.
The boughs and limbs, and leaves are ever so green.
We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
when we see the budding exuberance...come the early spring.
They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose.
They are willowy and shade us from the harsh summer sun.
and beneath their gentle sways...we rest comfortably below.
Fall ages them, their greens turn to brown.
As winter's cold blast blows upon them,
do we ever feel their plight...as the leaves tumble down?
Trees are resilient and each day a victory is won.
The leaves that have been lost become nutrients,
adding silently their gift each day...as life goes on.
Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
The ancient roots so long ago planted,
grow in size and shape and form...in gifted majesty.
Generations of limbs and boughs support the child-leaves.
In every new face God's handiwork,
radiant in the splendor of life...each one of us receives.
Time slowly ages each one to their own event.
While we who remain learn to grow and love,
still remembering those whose winters...we could not prevent.
It is the strength of their memories we add to our own.
They give us the perspective and insights,
which we in our turn pass on...to the seeds that we have sown.
They too will grow into trees, strong enough to face each day's strife.
Yet it can only happen, if they learn from the strong boughs of the past,
to teach the leaves of tomorrow...about their tree of life.
Teetering I stand poised with bated breath,
Staring at the precipitous of death.
Ground beneath, slippery, shaky slimy.
I fear my state, fate and fear will collide.
A gust of doubt, a whispered wisp of fear,
Blown on ledge, all it takes to topple here.
Each moment hanging on the edge of chance,
Cast into a risky hazardous dance.
But I resolve to not relent just yet.
Though all my strength and poise is almost spent.
Each shake, teeter, totter, slip that's beaten,
Gives me hope that this can be defeated.
Just when I feel safe, sound akin again,
A sound blast shakes me off, all hopes in vain.
I slip, fall, scream, with arms flailing wildly
Tumble down, it seems for eternity.
I startle, awakened by my own scream.
Ah, that was such a vivid lucid dream!
Which other desire is nobler
than an ardent wish for peace?
A longing for wars to cease
and make everybody fonder...
that spilling blood increases boiling
as the horrendous scenes implicate!
Conflicts are the cause of restlessness,
the blessed fruits of concord bring togetherness;
who's settling for hopelessness and poverty...
instead of gladness and abundance?
Buildings tumble down, people are crushed to death;
why weren't the warning signs of threat
anticipated to avoid useless loss of lives?
How despicable leaders are with their unmercifulness!
Nobody realizes that the Earth was created
to be inherited by us turning it into a Paradise;
instead, we have ruined it and desolated it from the living,
showing no concern for people, no appreciation for God:
while the oppressed look to the future with a dismal feeling:
Mankind is to blame for their plagues and demise!
Free yourself from strife, contempt, and bitterness,
cultivate your opulent garden of placidness;
God guarantees your safety and punishes
the intruders who try to seize it with vengefulness...
pray and write your praises to Him who's merciful:
laud Him with prayers and your blessings will be bountful!
For Nothing
Take a tower built of sorrow;
Let it crumble to the ground.
Build a dream from out the fragments;
Soon the dream will tumble down.
Live a lifetime, work and wonder.
If you're doing what you ought;
But to find when it is over,
That your striving was for naught.
Mold a dream to make life brighter.
Build a hiding place of song.
Live on dreams and on the morrow;
When you awaken all is gone.
You can't hide the darkness;
Though it's shrouded in the light.
Blow the flame from out the candle.
Then breaks reality of night.
Life is urgent, life is earnest;
We have God alone to trust
Though our dreams may fall around us,
Though our treasure ruin and rust.