Invoking Poems - Poems about Invoking

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...

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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...

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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....

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cradled by space we embrace love God’s grace uplifts...

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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...

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give love a nod as we plod on heart awed by bliss...

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The way we look, nonjudgmental, our heart mindful and touch gentle. Aware then of magnetic heat, we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat. Soul shift is from noise to silence, ending all thought borne violence. Once ego from mind we unseat, we meld with God’s sublime bliss beat. In love’s womb, opposites dissolve, paving way for soul to evolve. As polarities meet and...

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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....

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Sacred communion, said the retiring priest, feeds and waters my good news vision Gazing deeply within and beyond what is in front of, and behind, my bilateral balancing co-invested eyes And ears rehearing a moment apart from what has gone before and whom we will sacredly become More resilient, if not eternal, after our anthro-privileged win/lose colonizing RightWing ways pass over and away To give more green cooperative sway for this divine/humane mass re-vesting for con-scientious...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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“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” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 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...

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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...

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