Short Soma Poems
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Soma
16 anos se somam,
e cada dia passa,
com a vontade
de fazer mais,
e mais, Miriam
leva ao
amanhecer
a promessa,
a esperança
de mais e mais
dias à frente.
Miriam sabe:
a cada novo dia,
inspira e começa
o caminho;
embora nunca
termine.
Soma nectar trickle brings bliss
Vivifying our form
Joy caress, love’s lingering kiss
Rapturous currents warm
Bliss energised silence
Silent thunder vibrance
Our soul’s luminescence
Bliss borne vector
Soma nectar
12-November-2021
Quietus
Feel the soma nectar dripping
through the Sushumna channel
all chakras & nodes enlivening
ineffable bliss radiance magical
Palms & feet too are magnetised
with this divine elixirous current
lower mind long since capsized
throb of bliss our native element
10-September-2020
Soma nectar drips, spewing bliss
We’re but a receptor
Voids within fill, nothing amiss
Gifts of The Creator
Bliss explosion within
Bursts forth upon our skin
Go in, hermit, go in
Heightened rapture grips
Soma nectar drips
09-November-2021
Quietus
Soma nectar flows, our heart glows
Hark to soundless thunder
Joyful in the boat that God rows
Each life breath a wonder
No longer by fears chained
All is as is ordained
Free, unfettered, unstained
Bliss within burrows
Soma nectar flows
08-February-2022
Quietus
Body binds best
Quell quirky quest
Broken best binds
Feel furious finds
Body blooms bright
Set savvy sight
Bridge broken bonds
Ply piquant pond
Body beaming boast
Cruise crazy coasts
Boost buzzy breaks
Sense succinct stakes
Body booms blaze
Check cheeky craze
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2019
Singapore
Seek to know light,
Opt for clear heart;
Meet happy sights,
Align fond art;
Fire passion well,
Indulge your soul;
Touch spins a spell,
See all things whole.
Pleasure feels good,
Sense profound feel;
Yield to kind moods,
Charm follows will.
Hurl a grand thought,
Explore fine lots.
Leon Enriquez
28 November 2014
Singapore
Autogynephilic males,
with all that entails,
doll up their faces,
invade women’s spaces.
It’s all about power
to make the gals cower.
Your nemesis, Rowling
just keeps up the trolling.
Yet surely you jest
with hair on your chest;
attempt to assert
in heels and a skirt,
but try though you try,
that Y ~ you’re a guy.
We dwell in form and that’s where we must transform,
by silencing thought and invoking God’s grace,
conjuring thus within, a benign bliss storm,
signalling we’re held by God in close embrace,
whereupon soma nectar begins to flow,
opening blocked pathways in staid stillness slow,
that as breath by breath, heightens our heart’s delight,
in slow motion we transmute as living light.
Imagine you get a brain scan
It perfectly copies everything in your brain
If the copy was inserted into a robot
It would have the same feelings, memories and morals
It would think, speak, move just like you
Would that copy be you?
If you deem the copy to not be you, why?
If a brain scan of someone else's is put in a robot
Then the original person dies
Is the copy now the new them?