resting endowed functionality
as bestowed by the universe
a stirring yet arises in the heart
to emote a melodious verse
humming pulse of innate aliveness
cajoles us to dance on life’s stage
we pause awhile in the bardo
where fires of lust and desire rage
pristine presence looks at the ego
amazed at how big it has grown
it’s misaligned with the call of soul
so the times’ now to park the drone
free from the fetters of lower mind
soul’s auric field begins to increase
renewing its vibrance within itself
ushering a glow of ineffable peace
the Ferris wheel of mind yet rotates
owing to past momentum in motion
standing on firm ground we look on
nonchalant to the ongoing commotion
at the pause of polarity interchange
the hum of bliss is heard in the void
slowing down therein without cause
we reclaim the light of Self unalloyed
No Milord, it can wait— this software,
Let’s talk of what wears hard— the hardware.
Let justice come in time,
Ye better prove it’s prime,
On firm ground, not like gauze gossamer!
From sentiments august
To first things that come first,
So that time-wasters of cobwebs clear,
Let justice come in time,
And with reasons that rhyme,
What use late, late justice although fair?
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Happenings |10.05.2023| justice
Poet’s note: The Chief Justice of India feels: judiciary is committed to take justice to every home through technology: live streaming of judicial proceedings, translation of orders into local languages, e-courts, and the like. This is fine, but if there is one problem to be addressed to before anything else it is clearance of hundreds of thousands of pending cases. A commonsense 80:20 principle that 20% of efforts fetch 80% of result. This is third in the series: Your slip is showing, Milord.
An extraterrestrial hiding -
Elliott and E.T. won’t stay sober.
Reeses Pieces and alien colliding.
After all, it’s late October.
The shelter of woods - not his home.
Where Elliot’s family resides, not even close.
His long finger points up, “Home! Home!”
Bicycle on firm ground - arose.
The painted trail, scenic beauty,
it’s cold out there - far, far away
from his planet. It is a friend’s duty
to let him go…he cannot stay.
Separation of friendship souls.
Spoiler - both Elliott and E.T. Live.
There never was a reason for consoles.
Escape hatched - actions corroborative.
10/X/2022
Painting prompted #2
Sponsor: Lisa YY
160 words max FV or rhyme
HMS counted 95 words
Used Rhymezone
Within toxic seas
nonchalant eye sees
venom spread outcome
that makes our heart numb.
Slow strangulation
dampens elation,
though bliss strobes remind
us, we should not mind.
The role we enact
requires love and tact,
as our life's learning,
'twixt pain barbs churning.
With feet on firm ground,
bliss on the rebound
banishes our pain
and cleanses heart's stain.
25-October-2022
This sunlit room may have seen my yesterday
But today is a never ending spring of ideas
My old window or should I say looking glass
Knew the old, bent me
This space I’m in reminds me to keep steady on firm ground
To close the blinds when the sun shines too bright
When the lives of others suffocates me
This room knows chaos
From tears that have no name
To tears just happy to be in a new place
Oh, maddening ways
This sunlit room seems to be a poets dream or a readers race
See, the looks I give speak volumes
And somehow they all know I can’t be bothered
To them it is a sunlit room
For myself, I see a world within
The void holds all within its fold, unbound
One with all, as love gong within resounds
Being cause and effect, of the bliss squall
Coiled spring thus, harkening the divine call
A mist of bliss, yet with feet on firm ground
Still fulcrum of the merry-go-around
Within our heart, we hear the soundless sound
Transcendental bliss that each node enthralls
The void holds all
Cave of our heart, is where this joy is found
Rapture beyond measure, within abounds
When our playful presence, with love plays ball
The nectar divine, becomes our cure-all
Illumined within form, we are thus crowned
The void holds all
21-March-2021
Am I a collaboration,
Or should I refer it to my imagination,
For further consideration.
I know my parents' part in the collaboration,
My Aunties and Uncles are suspects worthy of consideration,
And my teachers I am sure wrote the odd notation.
I lived in a small town,
So, I would look there for further collaboration,
And sports coaches for some implementation,
Plus those I stayed with on Vacation.
Now on firm ground about being a collaboration,
I do wonder about those brought up in isolation,
Across the nation.
Has citification made them less of a collaboration,
And if this is more than a notion,
Will it lead to a noticeable deterioration.
Life brings many a trial and tribulation
each day one never knows what's next
but God knows all about our plight
giving us His word in scripture text
Words of comfort to soothe one's soul
holding on close to the Lord of grace
who reminds us many times and again
'I am for you' to continue on your case
Never lose sight of God's perfect love
for all of His children the apple of His eye
His ways may be difficult but always best
He knows our every feeling whatever our cry
God is a God of quietness and peace
a peace that perfectly makes us rest
armed with HIs presence so divine
the Lord's way for you is always best
So no matter what wait on the Lord
be patient and rest in His hands
trust and obey in your sovereign Lord
together on firm ground forever stands
am I my own castle on the hill?
here in my loneliness....
away from reality...my issues... your issues
some call it aloofness
that my life is empty
superficial......
my foundations,
made with my own sweat and tears
bricks hewn from my heart
moat filled
with my blood
spilled by my own hand.
"is my life style pretentious"....is ...
my castle built on firm ground ....no
a princess far removed from normality
awaits the crunch of boots on the stone below
only the devil holds out a hand with a welcome
my eyes are too biased to see the light of hope
what is your castle on the hill
is it your thoughts, ones you have hidden away
or ones wandering your mind whilst you....
await, that kiss from a frog.
Leap with calm poise as ideas come,
Explore the way that learning grows;
Ask and sift choice to weigh and sum,
Reach to frame play as work now shows;
Nurture a need to understand,
Impulse needs calm to think things out;
Note how thoughts feed the final plan,
Good form is balm to prime sane shout.
Wealth shows profound in actual flow,
Ignite the fire that warms the air;
Stand on firm ground with inner glow,
Devise and sire that poignant fare;
Obey the feel where heart meets mind,
Move thoughts that thrill what soul aligns.
Leon Enriquez
16 May 2015
Singapore
What is this reeling throughout my being?
I gaze into the mirror; albeit elusive to eyes seeing…
Churning with pleasant burning, emotions swimming with eloquence…
With ease…
With ease…
I release my breathe breeze…
Centered, still, in this moment; anchored to the mother…
Understanding moments lead towards tomorrows dawning…
Fresh is that moment for a sacred rebirth spawning…
So come to be, that which chooses me…
I shall not run…
I shall not flee…
On firm ground I stand; mystical powerful me…
What is my inner vision?
What does my mind see?
Focused my awareness decisions; diligent creator of possibility…
It’s better to give than to receive…
Do you believe?
Do not be deceived; for it is better to give than to receive…
What you give out most certainly comes back about…
Increased intensity; tenfold immensity…
My heart is open giving without confusion…
With gratitude I receive wisdom not from old world illusion…
With ease…
With ease…
I release my breathe breeze…
Relinquished my identity; surrendered to infinity…
Forever is my energy…
Forever is my energy…
Bear not your arms for this,
put your tools away,
far away from here,
they are not needed now,
so much more to steer clear of,
the damage has been done,
so much has been taken.
What will you do when the proof comes back to bite you?
What will you say when the walls crumble away?
When 'Hell' decides to join us on firm ground,
it will be too late for you to get it.
You speak of change,
I see not *****that proves it,
war,
famine,
bodies to fall when they hear the call,
your forests burning,
a billion yearning,
fault lines churning,
none of you are learning.
What will you do when the noose is around your neck?
It will be too late as you are taking your last step.
You will seal your fate and take the rest of us with you.
Breathe your last words, but to your grave...
You will take the truth.
And when I declared love
It was forbidden.
So sad it was taken.
I was underneath this holey blanket,
Changing my mind all the time.
What direction was the light coming from?
The answer is all directions.
Love stands on firm ground,
While hitting you in waves and dreams.
Staring at the stars in the sky
Amazed at their creation and existence
Seeing all the stars connect into shapes and patterns
Lying on the grass as the wind passes over me
Thinking of how far away they are
Imagining the surface and energy that each star emits
The power of the stars in the Bible
The North Star points in the right direction
Home
The creation of stars and how they evolved over time
What changes they must have gone through
What transitions, temp changes, and shapes they have been?
The life span of a star and the change in brightness over the years
The distances they must have traveled throughout time
Far beyond the stars to galaxies and planets far away
To the moons of Saturn where life is, well maybe
Will they ever discover extraterrestrial life forms?
What new discoveries will NASA make?
Where will our astronaunts travel to in the next 50-100 years?
Will they ever creat a space station or hotel as proposed in the 1970's?
What is it like to be in zero gravity?
Thinking of what lies above me, but still on firm ground
I am just curious about
What the future holds, what the future holds