InIntrospection: Prose and Poetry,Enosh Aganah, through a varied collection of writings, considers the universal human emotions brewing in the wake of global crises and constrictions. He gives voice to those who cannot speak for themselves as he paints candid pictures with his words. His poems capture the essence of the diversity of life and the challenges we face in spite of where we live. The common thread in all of his writing is emotional honesty and truth, the very art of expression that considers the geographical, philosophical, historical, moral, and ideological diversities of life as they relate to the human fabric of existence.
Introspection offers the author?s thoughts on the fullness of life, finding hope through adversity, and the goodness that love brings to all things. Through illuminated poetry and prose, Aganah presents an odyssey of pain, pleasure, power, and potency that brings our feelings to the fore.
In the misty morning, I thirst for the dew of heaven. In the wake of the sun, I seek the truth of life. In the dusk of each moment, I search to feel the fulfilment of light. In season and in reason, in existence and exit-trance, Righteousness still remains: My boots, peace, hope, and joy.
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Prose and Poetry
By Enosh Aganah
iUniverseCopyright © 2014 Enosh Aganah
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As gold makes the old glitter,
Wine makes the wise bold to filter away
Put not your trust in the heart of princes,
For their breath is as a mere moment:
Quick in manifestation and
Quick in exit from existence.
My stance is made known
Even as the noon of the day dawns.
My own will I not forsake, and
Neither will I disown the words that
Come from the mouth of Omnipotence,
Which constitutes all living things and
Cemented to the times and seasons that
Breed and sow the seed
Of purpose and destiny and the light that
Dwells among men.
Feel the fill, and make merry the rivers
Sentiments in my soul.
The wrist of projection
And manifestation of the bricks of the
Of each day.
Crawl toward the creams of yesteryears.
Neat colours of doom
Flow toward the sachets of silent
Through the voices of living serpents in
The philosophy of man
Only cures the lust of his need
But never restores the bricks of broken
That bound the relation of history to
All already known,
And grown, and made renowned,
Slays the esteem of the moment.
Many moments have gone unpredicted,
Many seasons have hid the foundation
To reveal the talking and broken strides
The sides of destiny.
In the end,
Only the strength of a man's will matters.
In the end,
Only the plight a man seals settles
Where grammar has failed.
Silence shall prevail
Where movement had failed.
Faith shall exhale
Where stone walls have stood.
The foundations shall be ruptured
The captives and set free
Those who have been bound by the
Oppressions of man and flesh
And deception of ignorance and
All for the edification and affliction of
Which shall be despair to some
And a joy to them whom the truth shall set
The bees get bonuses,
But the bribes hold back their strength.
The stars twinkle above the palaces
While the desert wind swirls across the
Guess it is a gesture for repentance
The voice of the wind
Keeps wallowing through the senses,
Arrested by the stems of willow trees.
The whirl moment whispers the rain
True to say the truth has come to stay.
The foundations of men lay as scattered as
But true to say
Waging will forever not stay
At the palms of people who yearn
For the birth of mercies each day.
May speech not comply
But answers reply ever in silence.
Quick are senses to detect
Though thought lay inferior to action.
Sin after sin, note after note, my heart
With the lashes of evil eyes.
As memory redeems a
Victor's progress and
As scriptures project
Power for the persistent
And favour for the faithful
All at the cool of the day
And at the mould of dawn.
Samples of enterprise.
From the York of history
Word has been the force that has shaped
Mystery and moments
Have laid foundations even to the
Of destinies and dynasties.
All distinct, others extinct
Even in the present time,
Which curves like a flickering candle.
My plight has been the bonus
That strengthened my heart against
And effectualized even the deepest part of
That lies under the issues of life
Flow from within.
With the seed to truth as my root of
The breath of life saturates my soul with
Understanding as tongs
To hold my peace
Even in the latter part of the day
That relevant my potency
In contemporary existence.
A bound spirit thirsts in vain,
For its strength is in the prowess of
The love of life is not in its beauty but its
But basic-low understanding of such
Has forced many to be vulnerable and
Victims to the chocking
Quills of the issues and deceptions of
Lust and riches
As a nude definition of life
In the snares and oppression of death.
Pestilence of good,
An addiction to excellence, and,
The laying souls,
Fear and hard labour.
The bread and butter of my neighbour's
Plate keeps me
Staring at the small bits of ashes
Chocking the vision of the fainters.
How can the wheat bury its corn
Even before its conception?
How can the dusk bury the dawn that
Without any warning?
As a glance toward the portraits of
Try to travail to kill the root that has
Already borne fruit
And is henceforth dropping seeds to
I am not of the same;
I let reason and wisdom train and embed
Toward the pinnacle of the paths of life
Chase the wind and fund my thoughts
Void common sense.
I will stand and stride toward perfection
Even in the rivers of the poetic:
"My excellence in expression."
Lay I upon the rock of salvation.
Lay I upon the rivers of living waters.
Lay I upon the roots and beauty of life.
Lay my soul upon the palms of grace
Lay my spirit in the heart of Zion.
To the mouth that proclaims truth,
Grace and mercy shall be ordained to
Forehead of his soul.
For righteousness exalts a nation,
And sin is a reproach to everyone.
Sip the tip of the current
With the dew of milk and honey,
For no wicked one or of its priestacy
Arise and erase the stone that lays as the foundation in Zion.
I decree as an apostle of time –
A disciple of truth and reverence.
Time after time, sigh after sigh,
The sacrifice of life crawls to the scene
To chock the power of sin.
As a bird in search of sweet waters,
Desire and despair taps the neck of man
Saluting and surveying for fertile
In the barren soil of contemporary
As winter comes, and another one leaves,
The difference in reference is the same:
Same old tune, same old song, same old
The ring around the beak of the robin.
Lying and crying, yet dying to her
Conviction to its fallacy.
Surround the throne of mercy with
Repentance and conviction key within.
Listen to the silent cries of your heart.
Run for mercy and restoration at the
Of the hem of life, and see
Rivers of healing with its glorious
Mounted in the wings of majesty.
I kiss the throne of gold for a moment
And let not its revelation pass me by.
Relation, relation, relation have I got,
But an aim is yet to be called an act.
As a fact in mind I speak to honour the
And lay a yolk for foundation and a yoke
For my heart had heard my yearns to
The art of potential in practice.
The rocks keep rampaging,
And more and more reruns keep
I would have to lift up my head
And tell the tenses of the truth.
My own is a re-proof to man.
Their own is a re-proof to me.
So I trod upon the path of life
So as not to be snared by the stares and
Claws of deception.
Be it to all, and it is to one,
For men live not and shall live not by
The stares within the roots of survival
While the plight of the modern man
But as folly as the ways of man are
To the flesh and lust
Must come the decision to discern the
The eternal and the carnal.
The elements of life and the laments of
The power that progresses
For the choice of life and death, a blessing,
Peace or poverty
Have been laid at the palms of man
All via the valley of decision.
White as the wheat in the barn of
Cold as the crusts of stone.
Come O ye that search peace deep
And drink of the life-giving waters.
For the waters are the Word,
And the Word is life giving,
And its truth is truth that sets souls free
Through the ministry of its power and the
Making of its own glory.
Amen, Amen, Amen.
The growth of darkness
Shall never exceed that light of glory.
The hem and speech of righteousness shall
Even in the time of grief and suffering.
Turmoil and tribulation are the
The current contributors of desolation
Protests of multitudes,
But even in the same, draw I the strength
And be a warrior of the season, for
The sword of the spirit has
I to slay the winter prey.
My expectation loudens its borders,
For with joy shall man draw waters from
Well of salvation.
Neither by might nor by power, oh! Yes
Fore-see the ground of
The coming of sweet sentiments.
Resurrect o ye my vision and desire!
Dwell within my strength, and strive
Mould me and make me whole and new
Plant, and judge me with grace and
Peace without pain.
Sow me a seed
For righteousness forever.
In the misty morning,
I thirst for the dew of heaven.
In the wake of the sun,
I seek the truth of life.
In the dusk of each moment,
I search to feel the fulfilment of light.
In season and in reason, in existence and exit-trance,
Righteousness still remains:
My boots, peace, hope, and joy.
Sterility substituted, and
As a song have I in the petals and
My mouth and speech
To portray the serenity of grace and truth,
Which trades and advocates
Beauty for ashes and
Strength for fear.
In it is grace moulded into glory
And beauty perfected into excellence.
In it is the river of mercy
Flowing toward the essence
Perfected and purified
And mystified according to the truth
Serene surroundings and sound
"The oracle of life"
As the rays of the sun sharpen the
And senses of my vision,
Decisioned am I
To tread the art of perfection.
Each day brings a new look, a new life
But all out without thee
Makes no difference nor influence upon
This day I cry,
And this day I humble myself from deep
To clinch another realm of glory
Mine has ever touched.
Even from beyond the forces of
May thine grace and mercies, pleasures
Flow in abundance to me
Even in prayer and practice of each
As I go
Forward with Thee.
From miles away
Have I written this day
As the york of my aspiration,
The meditation and practicalization of
Through the hills and valleys of decision
Have I laid my burdens to rest,
For I do embrace the yoke of light
And manifest the fruits of glory.
Brother, today I am
For the Spirit of power.
Peace and a
Find themselves resident in this
Of my existence.
As the corn of the field strengthens the
Of the ox,
Truth and righteousness
Exalt the nation
That has already been justified in
Overhauled are the tendons of reasoning
In the abundance of strife.
Like the light that shines in the presence
The impact is a little to none,
But by the fray of each moment
Rays of the above shine between the
Surfaced by the slaying of circumstances.
Over the realm of mysteries,
And beyond its borders
Lives a trait and a spirit called revelation
Who sings the songs of a reality that exist
Beyond mortal understanding,
Human expectation, and inglorious
Leaving all cleaving into the real to be
That reveals that
Stands at the stance
Even in the midst of the flame
There is a hope for life.
Even in the raging storm
There is a ray of peace hidden within.
Even in the raging seas
There is a calm wave that hangs on its
Even in the presence of death
Strength is a virtue must acknowledge.
And while true are the afflictions of the
The Lord delivers.
No matter the depth of the sea
The salt can never be sweetened.
No matter the hours of the day
Minutes come and complete the progress.
Paradoxes cannot reconcile
Unless truth is compromised.
And compromised truth
Is not justifiable.
Since the birth of creation
The travail in nature began,
And the cause of history began to turn
In and to the advances of prophecy
Of a word and will already established
That awaits its glorious manifestation
At the end of age and death of time
And death to self.
Awake all ye that sleep the slumber of
Make mention the name of life as the
Testimony of your heart
And enjoy the embrace of
The sweetness of the womb of salvation
And the joy of the fruit of its womb.
Kiss the silent seal, and sip the golden steam.
Meet the flowing wind, and dance to melodic
Look, and love the leap that leads to the
Existence of abundance.
Sustain your substance and search to settle
Wheat of wit, and
Bread of life, and
Water of the spirit.
For in all those
Comes out the work and meaning of existence –
Omni-potentic living through grace.
The face of life is distinguished
By the patterns and face of the colours that
Access its contours
By its philosophies and experiences
All at the dispensation of wit and vision.
The soundness of mind brings the accounts
The swiftness of sound shows the
Superiority of speech.
The power of correct judgement projects the
Worth of truth.
Stern are the roots that govern the principles
And its progressions and transgressions.
The sum of a man's life
Is determined by his experiences, exploits,
Reason is a matter of wisdom in the art of
Manifestation is an instance of
Potential proclaimed and practiced.
Said to say all they need to conquer me, but,
Said who, and
I am he though they know me not.
Persistence is the key to survival.
Survival is the womb that bears revival.
Revival is the vital aspect and project that
The strength that retains and sustains it
Through the force known as sound.
Sound is a substance –
One of the spirit.
Spirit is the element of life and the potency
Of it –
Not to mention the bearer of it and all
To which it pertains.
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