Best Invoking Poems
The flame of awareness is held by God,
which we cognise when fickle mind is still,
that ego vaporised, frigid heart thawed,
dove of love perches on soul’s window sill.
There is in truth nothing we need to do,
save remaining poised in the vibrant void,
mindfully sensing throb of bliss renew,
revealing our pristine Self unalloyed.
Thoughts are the blockage and once we know this,
feeling, not thinking, head and heart linking,
we are bestowed by Divine Mother kiss,
shifting us to awareness unblinking.
The difficulty is in letting go ~
Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow
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Ego recedes when flow of thought is slow,
which reworded means we cease to exist,
save as a love mist reflecting God’s glow,
melding with vast space, ceasing to resist.
Now since we do not wish to disappear,
we continue flirtation with desire,
dwelling in darkness and harbouring fear,
remaining thus in bondage till we tire.
On realising there’s nothing out there,
we finally stop struggling and striving,
turning inward and becoming aware,
of lower mind and ego conniving.
For God it is enough, that we seek Him ~
It matters not if sight of soul is dim
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It matters not if sight of soul is dim,
provided our heart is childlike and pure,
by day and night singing for God a hymn,
weeding away lust, making soul demure.
What happens then is this, suffused with bliss,
all nodes within form dance in unison;
the serpent rises, with a benign hiss
and we reclaim light of the central sun.
Our transmutation thus as living light,
is done when we choose with God to entwine,
whereupon we’re graced with spherical sight
and with His law of love gently align.
Beholding soul’s light within, we are awed ~
The flame of awareness is held by God
Winds blowing thru the land.
Creatures of the night lurking.
Beware as the spirits take flight.
Over there in the ruined churchyard.
There lies the cracked bell, some say,
It can be heard on the nightly breeze.
Suddenly, I hear the screeching night owls.
She's going to take you thru the tunnel of night.
I could barely hear a voice whispering my way.
Just out of the shadows, I see her gazing at me.
She comes from heaven, earth lives in the underworld.
As the sea ebbed and flowed in honor of its dark lord.
And you slip naked between her sheets of silk.
Beware that you do not step and lose your way.
For the night is long, and the sea is deep indeed.
As I drive your sons and daughters into ecstasy.
I love how you forbid your sons and daughters.
To commit the sins that you, yourself committed.
I travel thru mirrors along with the owls of night.
I wed thru adultery, and conceive thru murder.
Beware that you do not lose your way this day.
Or your pleasure with life will not last long.
And you can be sure I will be there, to welcome,
Those who come to me, into the night, eternal !!!
3/ 13/ 2013 2AM Lilith is Adams first wife
Sonnet VII – Invoking The Muses
I call the daughters of Mnemosyne:
Sweet Erato, your kithara solo -
Dearest Euterpe, your aulos blow -
So my words won’t die in ignominy.
Inspire me with words of wit and charms,
That playfully dance like leaves on the streams.
Send them from above, like silver moonbeams,
To embrace my love with gossamer arms.
Like Icarus, I want to reach so high,
But I’m a simple man with simple rhymes
Who wants to enchant, inspire and amuse –
Hoping my loved one will longingly sigh,
And offer her heart to me for all time –
Which is why I’m invoking the Muses!
Enticed by the mountainous voice
Of the enormous mass
The King Jr. rises.
Betrayed by our muse,
seems we’re doomed to lose
but then blushing heart
resurrects lost art.
Soul’s poetic rhythm
in mind-body prism,
flows when we let go
ego’s need to know.
Universal mind
and heart when aligned,
births a divine spark,
that lights up the dark.
To invoke such grace,
steps to soul retrace,
making our heart pure
and love’s touch demure.
My autonomous ego's life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth's self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere's historic win/lose secularization.
Meanwhile,
our Gaian EarthMothers,
south past and eastern-future angelically co-present
Great Transition Troubadours
forever deepening sacred icons,
intersectional emissaries,
polypathic and polyphonic,
sacred MotherEarth becoming metaphorically global webbed,
rewoven away from left-hemisphere fashioned dualisms
of secularizing sacred both/and unity,
humanizing divine communion,
every day sanctuaried love-life,
Where pathological egocentric death
reconnects with healthy long-term compassionate communication
co-empathic communal deep listening
to learn nondualistic grief/gratitude re-education trends
bilaterally co-arising
unfinished articulation
still dynamically emanating
from unfinishable life
within Mother/Father EarthTribal His/HerStory.
Logging into the vibrant void,
just like a comet’s burning tail,
our awareness is still alloyed,
with egoic fears that make us ail.
Who attains when there’s no one here?
We are awareness, self-aware,
with body but an interface,
wherein both pain and joy does spear
but once ego vacates the chair,
we instantly imbibe God’s grace.
Making void-centric our soul’s stance,
synced with strobes of bliss magnetism,
mood and mode prayer, we advance,
transcending each religious ism.
Alive, awake, alert
but
Gravity pulls us down
so
We feel not joy spurt
until
In ocean of love drown
Attuned, amazed, ardent
Presence
Vaporises to so embrace
God
Felt as vibrant bliss current
Within
As outpourings of His grace
31-August-2022
Halloween Michigan
We aloft we believe not in superstitions
Are you calling your heart
My love is reminsed
My soul kisses
The rim of my mind
Is ever so inclined
Social services Massachusetts
Plymouth Rock confusion
Are you stalling
Your spirit jumping hoops
Basketball bouncing off your chest
L. A. Nick's didn't make any basket
I am calling your heart
Let us dance away all holidays
Stop, recieve the trust of God
Allow Him to invoke His love
INVOKING GOD'S LOVE-
11/30/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Hush
the blush,
oh dear one,
feel heart soften,
as love weaves magic,
transforming feeble form,
with touch of bliss magnetism,
gripping us in heightened rapture,
being grace by God on us bestowed,
invoked by spark of childlike innocence.
To be poised as such in the vibrant void,
is a choice each soul can freely make,
partaking of the boons of grace,
always ours for the asking,
if we choose to receive,
love’s tender caress,
as throb of bliss
reflecting
light of
God.
“employ not mantras, as in the scriptures
allow the divine, to be our teacher”
“for the mantra to be potent
we need purity of intent”
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Aum is the beej mantra that comes to us
as an automatic resonation;
our steadfast meditational compass,
humming silently without cessation.
Universe implants mantra suggestions
as of individual requirement,
optimising flow of the joy current,
so that the throb of bliss within heightens.
As we rest thus in quiet contentment,
doing nothing, our auric field brightens.
10-December-2020
Don't gape at time, live the moment;
erase guilt yet choose atonement,
by heeding love's beauteous chime.
Live the moment, don't gape at time.
The past is dead, future's unknown
and as seeds of love are so sown,
our tranquil soul, is by God led;
future’s unknown, the past is dead.
Why should we fear, when we're God's light
and bliss beats heighten heart's delight?
With each breath we take, He draws near;
when we're God's light, why should we fear?
One with vast space, we are complete,
for our love drenched heart’s bliss replete
and as we gently imbibe grace,
we are complete, one with vast space.
22-November-2022
Save aligning with throb of love,
each touch mindful, like a peace dove,
we do nothing to alter fate
and have no agenda to state,
yet blessings pour in from above.
Mind
at peace
and our heart
humming with bliss,
makes us feel complete,
wherein poised in the void
thus, in time dissolved silence,
there remains nothing to be done,
save invoking God’s grace in stillness,
moment to moment, all moments entwined.
Resting thoughts that arise from deep within,
freedom from needless angst is assured,
formless presence of our true Self,
free then from fetters of fear,
frolics carefree with joy,
connected to God,
manifesting
in our core
sublime
love.
cradled by space
we embrace love
God’s grace uplifts