Invoked Poems

Zen mode

one with the vastness, conspiring with space 
magnetised palms transmit radiant light
if the receptor chooses to embrace
healing mists infuse heightened bliss delight
that by God’s hands, wrongs suffered are made right
thus in monk mode, energies with love yoked
magic is conjured, divine grace invoked

Vista

Buoyed up by the syntheses of the past,
idyllic murals of green hills open paths
to a healing truth.

What say the brown camels of Casablanca
to assassins nursing festered wounds of
new Karma?

Yesteryears recline on the shoulders of
a greying age, chanting songs to a
departing future — quicker on the heels of potentates.

Drums fade atop lonesome, hollow-crested
landscapes, accompanied by the invoked,
naked past.

The Corporation Seal

A district in the south
On the coastline it has graced
Is a well established charter 
Ancient roots from which it’s based

The symbol of the city
Placed on the Corporation seal 
That Latin script around the edge 
Enshrines the common weal

A pair of towers at the Port 
Consolidate the fort
Allowing commerce to flow forth 
For there’s more tea to import

The glowing harbour waves 
Drift in from the sea
They travel under bridges 
Along the River Lee

Few today remember well
It was on a sunny June day 
When this city seal was embraced 
By the martyred JFK

Least we not forget
The motto that is his 
Invoked now, forever more 
‘Statio Bene Fida Carinis’

Invoking grace

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.

The Mirror

I opened my eyes when it was too late.
The river passed before my wide-open eyes.
I missed my childhood;
I was a prisoner in my mind.
Neither God was called, nor nature invoked.
Fate took the driving seat of my life,
Only regret will not compensate now!

The grass was greener,
The sky seemed clearer,
And when I look back in the mirror,
What I have is just an illusion of my past.

Life is always from dusk to dawn.
In between, I just stand alone.
The light brings back absolutism
In my mind, with which I stand behind everyone.

When I try to escape all at once,
When I try to produce stronger words,
When I try to dive into the ocean of eternal enjoyment,
I always look back in the mirror…

Why am I here?
Where will I go?
It is not the inscription on my forehead.
I get ready to fly again,
Except when I look in the mirror…

monk mode

Opportunities galore come our way
but since ego has long since vaporised,
we look at this seduction as mere play,
having been by Holy Spirit baptised,
no longer by illusions hypnotised.
Life as impulsed unfolds all by itself,
so we have no agenda in our shelf,
more so since we’ve invoked bliss magnetism 
and have beheld in clear sight, light of Self,
which fully illumines mind-body prism.

Burning yearning

Our soul invoked a divine scent,
the wafting breeze, it came and went,
renewing at will, love’s bliss tease,
which when faded, made heart lament.

We wish this rapture does not cease
but angels dance as they do please,
caging us in the after-burn,
longing from which there’s no release.

Here now within mind-body urn,
toroidal currents make nodes churn
and as pheromones so mingle,
touch of grace is the boon we earn.

Oh hermit, making eye single,
each cell of form feels this tingle,
fragrance of fairies, here on earth,
as God and soul, so commingle.

If this magnetism we’d unearth,
each breath must usher soul’s rebirth,
free from fetters of lower mind,
whence heaven reveals our true worth.

One with oneness, loving and kind,
with divine pulsations aligned,
doing nothing, save being still,
one day this secret we shall find.

your love is making me whole

Your love is making me whole

It's hard to be awake when everyone you know is asleep
Mindless herds of sheep, walking into the deep
It's hard to continue to stand
When I have fallen into quicksand

I'm in a foreign land
Please take hold of my hand
It's hard to comprehend
When there is so much I don't understand
I need you to help me stand
Reassure me the end is grand

The lies are being exposed
The waters have found this rose
The questions have been silenced
The storms invoked a holy violence
Inside this weary soul
Your love is making me whole
Your love is making me whole
Inside this weary soul.

It's hard to speak the truth
When I've been suffocating since my youth
It's hard to write These words
When the tests have been absurd
It's hard to launch out into the night
When the fight is part of my plight
It's time to recover my glory
No longer in the same old story

The lies are being exposed
The waters have found this rose
The questions have been silenced
The storms invoked a holy violence
Inside this weary soul
Your love is making me whole
Your love is making me whole.

By: Sabina Nicole

As God’s light

As the light of God held in space,
both immanent and transcendent,
having invoked His boundless grace,
we are fully bliss resplendent.

Playing our life role as ordained,
as the light of God held in space,
our pure heart, aflame and unstained,
has of ego, nary a trace.

Since life’s not an exam to ace,
we’ve discarded concepts mental,
as the light of God held in space,
our eye is mindful, touch gentle.

Heeding love’s tweet, blissful and sweet,
in our heart, we have seen His face
and so our work here is complete,
as the light of God held in space.

Free from fetters

Here we go again,
dancing in the rain,
feeling rapture rise,
in childlike surprise.

The last time around,
we were in fears drowned
but now we have seen,
soul’s luminous sheen.

In mind-body urn,
earth’s a school to learn,
somewhat like a dream,
where latent thoughts stream.

Now that we know this,
we’ve invoked God’s bliss
and are now carefree,
untied from mind’s tree.

And Christ was Born

And Christ was born
A babe
In Bethlehem.

Just Joseph’s son, they said,
And Pharisees
In ruthlessness pursued
His ministry to blind and lame and outcast
In the troubled streets.
Christ’s greater claim
Invoked their blinded hate,
Resolved they were 
To see no more
Than merely man
On whom to vent their scorn and spitefulness
To death.

No more than man?
Then useless
He would die on Roman cross
And men were lost
And babe become
No more than sentiment
Exploited
By the trendy economics
Of a stony world. 

No more than man?
Is not the infant Christ of history
The ever-living God
Come down to earth
To give his life
For us
By death
On Calvary?

How I met God

attention internalised
thought flow rested
my heart was at peace 
though earth life tested 

I became a witness
motionless in vast space 
doing nothing thus
I invoked God’s grace

fears and desires ebbed
bliss magnetism was activated
no demons then remained 
needing to be placated

one night in vibrant stillness 
debts of love were recalled 
seeing misdeeds of my past
I was repentant and appalled

at that moment God appeared
in light soft white yet bright
He erased past transgressions 
and said it is alright

God then gently held my hand
and said be joyous on this earth
live out your life span in peace
with heart bubbling in mirth

He revealed we too are as He
made in His image ~ living light
earth is a school to grow in wisdom
love taking us on a wingless flight

such was my encounter with God
He reveals Himself when it is time
however we always hear His voice
betwixt love’s bliss beat chime

Is-ness of being-ness

As of choiceless choice invoked,
our polarised halves were yoked.
The one that was two became
one again in life’s end game.

If we’re to expand on this,
on how our soul imbibed bliss,
the simple truth we can share,
is head and heart need to pair.

Head represents our ego,
which when we choose to let go,
the path appears by itself,
leading us to light of Self.

The singularity point,
is where divine mists anoint
our soul in the cave of heart,
where bliss ignition does start.

All we do is remain still,
to God surrendering will,
magnetised from head to toe,
a secret we alone know.

As we’re transformed by the flame,
something shifts; we’re not the same,
as flag of love is unfurled,
the chi-force becomes our world.

Living as of need, not greed,
the bliss current takes the lead,
holding us in close embrace,
bestowing on us God’s grace.

Thoughts rested, in stillness slow,
truth of Self we get to know,
which dear hearts, is living light,
drenched in heightened bliss delight.

Gifts of silence

What if silence too is a script we conjure,
tapping into subconscious mind, befooling
ourselves, as we sidestep the truth of what is …
   bemused by ego?

Trapped in swamps of dark desires, bound by beliefs,
how else can we exit this matrix unless
thoughts cease, that thus grace invoked, our soul’s eye sees …
   noumena within?

Survivor

Created to be different to bring about a generational change
Trauma invoked to keep most from creative conscious range

Learning being different can bring in a great feeling
It's imperative for the need to work on inner healing

That inner child help develop creative healthy happy adults
Taking chances to heal, help the experience for those results

Don't stay in the cycle of programmed victimization mode of pain
Get help to find tools and resources to turn your pain into a gain

Take accountability for your role you played while blaming/pointing a finger
Easy to blame another, sometimes they had no part of the sadness or anger 

The masks worn and swopped due to your unhealed trauma
Hides a grudge that blames friends, lovers, daddy and momma

Forgive them, they experienced and lived through trauma too
Reflected their own stories, hiding with pain too shame to tell you

Each generation has suffered through the abuse and trauma program
Become your generations' survivor with the future blueprint or diagram.

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