once lives discovered
inevitable transformations
illegal apostrophe vortex.
whippersnapper extractions,
are whisperings enough?
virtual transitions
all lives interdefined
never ending romances
beyond our now nowness
TAXI!
Change is Graceland when
you're close to the edge.
Future memories, wonderous stories,
our tales of tomorrow, yesterday and
today awaken words on living pages.
10 percent emptiness minus the
realities of life--pauses--serves to
endear one's flight into discarnate
realms periodic of physical death to
prime prisms of Guiding Light.
Poignant captures of succulent end
times by planet Earth preferentials,
reveals our tortoise track to
conscious soulfulness.
Unknowing of any capsoul life
formula for existence, I lean heartily
to penitent painted pasts,
custom framed nowness, astro
travel to great beyonds and acute
awareness's of never befores.
The trip to bountiful.
If today is all there is
And all there ever will be
Let me say this
In the glorious nowness of the day
You my child lay sleeping
Unaware that I crept in your room
And placed a kiss on your head
Your familiar smell lingers
Like the day you were born
I am more keenly aware
Of the rising joy in my heart
And the excitement of this moment
That has been missing until now
Let me never put off feelings such as these
For expression on some future date and time
For the future is always now
And only exists in the minds
Of those who cannot rightly love
But since I rightly love you
And your impish laugh
And your little boy grin
And your curious mind
Let me tell you now
That in this moment
Staring at you as you sleep
Time has stood still
And I can with quiet surety tell you
I love you
Deeply and forever
And for a moment I know
That the piece of love you have given me
Will last and carry with me
Into the unknown
And mingle with my stardust heart
An endless dance in to eternity
And that my child
Is heaven
Rock beach of
chasms.
A man is pale dough
standing in sand.
Shimmer owns his
toes in a flurry of foam,
then withdraws.
He watches for a cue
in a sky of cotton ships
when a clam swallows
all his theories.
Running thunder into
frigid arcs, he is eyeless.
His arms extended,
a child to his mother
until his figure dispels
in the motion of curved glass.
Anonymous inside the
texture of a shadow,
deepening into aquatic blank.
Deeper, his nostrils drink arrows.
Deeper, his eyes open to films
of green bleeding blue.
He finds a secret madness
like forgetting at the bottom,
in granules of thick sand,
in nowness totally pressurized,
in the dislodging of a cornerless dream,
while bubbles volley from his lips.
Then he is up in the rise of brushing swirls,
the sun quivering through
the looking glass above.
Identity pounds his lungs.
Birth against the surface,
he becomes the heave of wind
from a glossy face.
But he keeps plummeting,
for a pearl that keeps changing,
a luster he can't keep,
a capture escaping.
Present, Future, Past
Mind meanders in time, defined -
NOW postponed by gulping stale wine:
Three vats: Present, Future - then Past!
Eckhart Tolle broke free at last
When recycled thoughts turn us mad
We gaze and chant; go gospel glad
Knowing Past-Future is fake time
Freed in NOWNESS, we re-tool time
Life
Deep into that darkness learning
Life is for everyone
The incentive seemed happy spurning
Everyone is for life
I crave the unswayed, unimpressed upbringing
My aliveness, I could not awaken
Life is for everyone
Everyone is for life
And the agelessness never debating
Life
I remember I was acquiescing, remembering
I crave the instructional, inviting impermanence, temporary
Ah, distinctly I was condoning, remembering
But in the fact that it was dripping, temporary
It was slipping, ripping, gripping!
Reneging and reneging with my virtuousness
Nowness - nowness - nowness!
That moment my soul grew lonely
Life is for everyone
The abandoned auteurism acquiring
Back into my memories moralizing
All my soul within me inspiring
Life is for everyone
The sleepless school sermonizing
Everyone is for life
Life is for everyone, life
4/11/19
Explore and see the course you chart,
Apply dear wit with simple say;
Set out and be the proof you start,
Trouble can hit you any day;
Expound sure heart with conscious feel,
Reach for delight in craft that shows;
Live now the art that primes deep will,
Yield conscious sight to pulse that glows.
Sign words that cite a nowness here,
Oblige fond feel in conscious swirl;
Note precious writes that echo cheer,
Now prompts a will as stillness twirls;
Embrace the now in fullness here,
Touch thrills just how no-mind brings cheer.
Leon Enriquez
29 September 2015
Singapore
Author aligns art, allure aptly aims;
Union urges us, unleash urge upstream;
Timely tales taste tart, tension thrilling tame;
Happenings hurl hearse, hurts heaping hoarse hymns.
Exploit even ease, enter extra ears;
Note noisy nerves nest, notice nowness nudge;
Touching tender tease, truth thrusts toiling tears;
Ink inner impress, images indulge.
Choice charms crazy cheer, chase confronting calm;
Hurl healthy hustle, heal hurting heartache;
Evidence each ear, etch explains embalm;
Apply aid ample, applause aptly aches.
Reveal rapture ripe, rescue rash rumble;
Toilsome troubles tribe, tyrant takes tumble.
Leon Enriquez
13 May 2014
Singapore
(Note: This poem is an Acrostic Sonnet with Alliteration.)
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