The thirteenth kingdom says that he is the word so great
Born from the king of kings, who gave his dear son a mandate
To enter the world the word formed as it is his fate
The word received glory before he left through heaven’s gate
And entered the flowing waters to quench the powers
Especially their flaming and chaotic desires
But the kingless generation, those children above the stars of night
Whispers that the invisible light chose him to enter the chaos and plight
Chose him from all the eternal realms, to carry five seals of insight
In him was the seed of gnosis, to grow and know the truth and light
“Out of a foreign air and realm, the sun of life appeared in our midst
Christ, the son, chose us to shine in the Pleroma, out of the mist”
To what zenith do our chimeras whither?
As we travel across discombobulated shores?
Do we strive to collocate together?
Or breed discord and close the doors?
The wayfarer creed is to induce wherry,
With our aphonic travelers on this path.
To share in the arcane and not be wary,
And crestfallen behind all corpulent wrath.
We journey with athirst hearts and minds.
Seeking authenticity and understanding
To ogle the world through Elysian eyes,
And embrace all, no matter how demanding.
Let us leave behind our petty strife,
And forge ahead with auric hope and love.
Only then can we balmily thrive?
And soar as aquiline eagles on wings above.
So let us walk this path together.
Entwined, with canorous hearts ablaze
And let our journey last forever,
As we bask in the sun's warm rays.
wayfarers do not have picnics with people.
travelers, journeyers, vagabonds, are wanderers.
they prefer nature to humans, and they keep moving.
do not try to enslave, entrap, slow down or capture one.
wayfarers come in a variety of shapes, boot sizes and heights.
they are usually taller than the norm, but not giants.
their leg muscles are well-developed, and they have bunions.
not all of them, but the two that I have met.
wayfarers are story tellers, but they keep their stories silent.
sharing them in their heads, but not with other humans.
they believe they will write a novel "someday"
weirdly enough on someday they are still moving, walking.
my aunt accidentally fell in love with a notorious wayfarer.
she followed him to Switzerland, France, Germany and Russia.
he kept asking her to be quiet, and it bothered her, for a year.
she thought she could change him, but she was incorrect.
wayfarers may not remember you even if they see you yearly.
but they will remember an oak tree branch or a twig on the lawn.
they will remember where they ate their peanut butter crackers.
they keep moving, so do not fall in love with one if you can help it.
A peaceful path some may call a rough road,
In succulent scents--they feel a forebode.
Me--I'm only a drowsy dreamer
pitching pebbles at all troubling times.
Searching skies for lovely rainbows,
climbing clouds above mountaintops.
A wistful wayfarer finding my way
December 15, 2021
rewritten as free verse July 12, 2022
“Life’s a long day’s journey into night.” – by poet.
It’s been a long road and I am tired,
I tried to go back where it all began
but my soul got lost along the way.
I live in a world of death,
All the ones I’ve loved are now gone,
like birds freed from the cage,
but I’ll fight to keep their memories alive.
Man is permeable like a sieve
and he sifts for nuggets of intimacy.
The furrows are leveled
The harvest is in,
And I guess I’ll go some place quiet,
put my feet up, and lie low for now.
But some day…
I’ll find my way back home.
~11/21/21
~Contest: "W" (Weary)
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
Watch now and here true space and time,
Ask to know truth upon the way;
Yield to calm cheer as stillness chimes,
Feel for fine proof in light that plays;
Abide as such where silence peaks,
Reach beyond place a deeper show,
Emerge with touch as beauty speaks,
Reap motive trace that true love grows.
Mind sculpts and scopes how fancy frames,
Yes word pure ease where joy sparks more;
Seize path of hope in love's true name,
Toil mellows peace as action spores;
Invite your soul to show you how,
Change channels whole a fragrant now.
Leon Enriquez
06 April 2018
Singapore
I am here now in space and time
As life endows my simple rhymes.
Am I a soul, a wayfarer
Seeking the whole? Still no wiser!
I sense stirrings... faint melodies
That seek clearing if I but see.
I look within my intentions
To thoughts unseen... prior commotions.
I am a man — true flesh and blood;
I probe, I scan as questions flood.
I wander here... earth-bound I find;
To make things clear, I search my mind.
I linger here to catch life’s scent;
I look for cheer ere voice is spent.
With certainty, my eyes explore
This sanity — Where is the door?
Creature of light, am I a soul? —
Born to insight, by grace made whole?
A rainbow sky can touch my heart
As thoughts apply my curious start!
Thoughts become things all in due time
As senses fling some portent chime.
Am I a soul born of true light?
Unique and whole... with precious sight?
Joy fills my heart as love finds me
Playing my part — roles yet to be?
Leon Enriquez
08 January 2018
Singapore
(Note: Folio version in book flap
circa 04 September 2003)
A pilgrim soul on this good earth,
I live a whole from birth to birth.
I journey far to find my way,
A mystic star beckons each day.
I travel deep the Milky Way,
Glimpse as I peep for signs that say.
I hasten now ere darkness falls,
Feel zest show how the soul bears gall.
I quicken steps as echoes call,
Align mind map as rest now stalls.
I fashion plans to move ahead,
Do all I can to master dread.
I come to know that inspired touch,
Sync well the flow that moves me much.
A winding road wayfarer finds,
Bear with life's load to live what binds.
The seeker greets a glimpse divine,
Each moment meets a dream field fine.
I venture far where soul seeks truth,
Observe the stars that reveal proof.
Leon Enriquez
07 October 2017
Singapore
Cheer channels clear such soothing sighs,
Opt precious play to gather more;
Soft succinct seer hurls healthy highs,
Meek moments may spawn profound spores;
Intuit bold quest where love moves joy,
Charm wears a style that honours quest.
Watch for the best to conjure ploy,
Apt poignant smiles dance with sure fest;
Yes seek to know that certain path,
Feel fond feelings sync with swift trance;
Ask light to show that poignant stuff,
Reap clear knowing in wonder's dance;
Echoes find voice where light streams flood,
Reach ample poise in surge of blood.
Leon Enriquez
23 July 2017
Singapore
Walking by the moon,
Adventurous traveller
Passed by and went to fly high.
Leaving past behind;
Leaving silent, lonely roads.
Nothing more left than moonlight...
Umbras going by
Towards the moon's shining light
Until specters wane.
Lambent night orb receives shades,
Souls transcend to refulgence...
Dusky fluorescence
And phosphorescent visions
Of solemn apparitions
Vanish into sparks
Of the luminous night orb's
Dimly resplendent light beams...
Wondering voyage,
Satellite revelations,
Laboriously lucid trips;
From lone roads to lights
Venturous voyager goes
Wayfaring by the night's moon...
Merge mind and heart with style that moves;
Yield action plans that soul can live.
Service now starts to fill fine grooves;
Observe the trends that value gives;
Use purpose bold to work passion;
Love what you do with focus clear.
Wisdom unfolds in sure fashion;
Align and woo the path of cheer;
Yes dare to see compassion through;
Feel a pure heart that knows what's right;
Etch harmony that comes to you;
Rouse a firm art that syncs with light;
Embrace pure joy that comes to lift;
Reach beyond ploys where grace bears gifts.
Leon Enriquez
12 March 2015
Singapore
Meet each day well,
Yield to the light;
See that soul dwells,
Taste fond insight;
Intuit and know,
Calm that lives deep.
Wear truth that shows,
Ask for brave leaps;
Yes paves the way,
Feel how joy yields;
Apply fine say,
Reach for a field;
Embrace and sing,
Roads that life brings.
Leon Enriquez
27 August 2014
Singapore
Whencesoever it comes, thence whithersoever it goes
This never-ending road, Oh, why no one seems to care or know?
So, I pitch my camp by the road-side and quietly repose!
~For a Brian Strand contest
~12/28/12
~"Sijo" contest by Rick Parise.
waves batter life's shoal
briny remnants heart doth troll
bleached soul's shattered toll
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