A New Divinity I have no conversations with the dead Though their sweet departures linger long in me. The heart is filled with memories tonight And I, prevented from the world of sleep Meditate on beauty and on loss. For I am visionless, no voices hear Or chanting from the regions of the stars. Strangely I still weep, but not for those Who leaving found a peace escaping me, But for the distance put between myself (Undoubtedly desires small and great) And that for which I long yet do not know. This being buffeted by inner storms And conflicts that it has not overcome, The body weakened through the toll of years, The slow mind stru

In Camelot Again I find myself in Camelot again With Guinevere unfaithful by my side, Such beauty as my eyes have never seen, This radiance was soon to be my bride. Christ's cross is raised in the great cathedral apse Not far removed from the mystic Druid cross That dots the sacred glens and country sides Covered with heather, lichen, fern and moss. O my brave knight and fearless Lancelot Locked with her in passionate embrace, You have robbed me of my only sacred love My crown is now a symbol of disgrace. I have grown old and known you not my love And now with mortal wound my soul must leave This earth, the

Guide Upon the Way Carefully I moved, the night was wrapped Around the stone-clad fortress of the mind. Sleep, unwelcome stranger, had become An irritant to one who slept so well, And could set the mind's alarm to wake at dawn From the deep recess of dream with one command. I walked as one familiar with the dark And sought the spring that promised my rebirth And found instead the answer to my search Upon the border of the subtle worlds, One who welcomed me into his house of light. Now through the bright and dark times and the grey He is with me who shall not ever leave And She the fount of all our sustenance. Though pain and gr

Second Birth 12/3/09 I sit in silence and I wait, The butterfly, the hummingbird, Morning visitors, the clock at eight - In the silence an unspoken word Sounds within this seeking breast. What will be when Light comes down I do not know yet will not rest Until the psychic being flown Beyond self's prison bars is free And I released from thought and need Become what I was meant to be As the tree knows in the seed, Ascend the heights, my roots in earth, And patient wait my second birth.

The Open Door 9/20/09 I have been a plaything of the sea, Tossed upon the waves who laughingly Threw me upon the sand to bury me. I rose and with my vision now obscured Weakened, breathless, almost dead, endured As the cresting water's inrush roared, Threatening disaster should I again Dare the plumbless depths, the Sea-God's reign, To test my limits and invite the pain. No, I shall not try the patience of the sea For youthful folly has departed me. Each day I step into eternity. I am not the one I was the day before, I bow as I walk through the open door.

Love That Knows All Beings as Itself Lately I have been distancing myself From all I am within to concentrate On negatives and weaknesses of self, The inability to establish calm That alone can hold the vision and receive The guidance that is ever present here. A long and difficult road and far the bridge That joins the soul to its great counterpart. Too often life with all its downward turns Presses heavy on the spirit seeking light. We must rededicate ourselves to seek For the truth that is the destined goal of life, Union of the spirit with its form, Plasticity to change the ego's view That sees the world as subject

The Joy that Inner Progress Brings If I could write of what I see As light and darkness lie entwined And truth and falsehood vie for me, Seek behind the heart to find The spark, the living entity Called soul, and clasp it as their own, I would tell of battles fierce as fire. Though seared and burned to the very bone Somehow I lasted, did not tire Supported , held by Him alone Above all angels. I spoke His name. As the war within relentlessly Continued as in a close chess game, Myself a strange anomaly, Witness and player, one and the sameÉ But I cannot capture the essence of things In words that fail experi

Promised Destiny I have heard the cries of children in the night, Incalculable the measure of their pain, Reliving the abuse, eyes wide in fright To bear the stinging lash of strap and cane; Childhood never known nor child-delight, The wounds so deep, the psyche slow to heal, Mistrust of peers, inordinately of men, The beatings that continue til they feel Like a wounded doe in a beast-filled den. Across their souls the darkening shadows steal. I have suffered none of this but heard The violence that falls on childhood's ears, The anger and the careful hurt-filled word, And in my room wept soundlessly the tears That flow when love is lost

Birthday Unconscious was I born, unconscious still I walk upon this sacred ground of earth, Knowing not the ending of the day Nor of this life the goal I must fulfil. I am aware of former births in lands Unvisited and seas not crossed by me In this marvel frame that holds my sense-bound soul, These eyes that looked on beauty and these hands That felt the beating heart within the soil And love that held me in its fierce embrace Or gently soothed my wounds and kissed my brow When I exhausted from excessive toil, The body spent from blatant overuse Sank down in sorrow mid the world's deceit. But now an unseen chapter has begun, The battle fought

Blue and Spinning Dome You might well ask to whom I pray And how, or why, in this dark age, And I might answer in this way, "Faith is the knowledge of the sage, The pinion of the upward flight Of soul from its imprisonment To marry contraries in light And know before one's days are spent The truth that all our lives conceal, Eternity as lasting grace, To live in beauty and to feel Heaven but a resting place For those transformers who have come To save this blue and spinning dome".