To Serve with Equal Hand Were I to come again, as surely I must, I would not be a sinner or a saint, But in the unfolding of the soul in form Ask nothing but to serve with equal hand The Will of those enlightened ones who came To plant the Truth within our earthly soil. What they would choose for me, that I would choose, A heart conjoined with silent mind to heed The call that comes unmixed from the Supreme, The wisdom-splendour and divine decree

The One Unmoving I saw her step on silver-sandaled feet Across the border of her world and ours, Swift and sure she moved yet she moved not Into a realm of silence where nothing stirs. I felt a longing deep within the heart For one so far yet surely passing near, Beauty's footprints flowing in her wake Like springtime flowers in an endless year. Then in an instant all was revealed, The meaning and the message our souls retain, This earth a higher purpose holds than all The worlds above, no habitat of pain To be suffered in a body born to die. That which we seek is resident in all, It goes in front, swifter than

A Sweet Voice I have not walked to Bethlehem Nor seen the ancient pyramids, I still must read the Odyssey, Homer, not Kazantzakis. I have listened well to the Baroque, The Romantic era moves me so, Atonality I could not bear Or the galloping prestissimo. The sound of choirs in the night Is the only heaven I shall find, But the joy of earth that flowers here Has blessed these eyes. I am not blind To evil and the bitter fruit That in our lives around us falls, But symphonies of love I hear And a sweet voice that sweetly calls.

Life^s Loveliness.htm Life's Loveliness Life moves on And we regress, Hoarders of sorrow And beaconless. Life moves on And we stand still, Misers of pain, Weak of will, Life moves on And we grow old, Forgetting, lost, If truth be told. Life moves on A few progress Live to know Life's loveliness.

Those We Have Known   Perhaps as we, in the dawning of an age That shall transform the substance of the self, Open to a light above the head Or hear a voice we know speak lovingly, All fear is for a moment lost and then No darkness haunts us or the night's profane, For having seen beyond the doubting mind The mysterious is no more a poet's dream And time and space are parables of One Who with his light has lit a thousand suns. We then shall find beyond the bourne of years The provinces of calm supernal peace And shall in joyous meeting recognize, In bodies new, continuing our quest, Those we have known and loved through centuries.

Sing Me Asleep   Sing me asleep. Let the pure voice Be not denied. Rhythms softly swaying Rocking the night to peace, All the tumult of the day Swept away in song. Sing me asleep.

To Worship the Presence Romantic soul is beautiful but flawed Too easily hurt by treachery and guile Or moved to tears by beauty and desire Or unrequited love that tears the heart And blinds the eyes to greater love that calls And waits within the corridors of soul. Mind the great discoverer is flawed, Blinded by the brilliance of its light Believes that only what it sees is true Or can discern by intuition's gleam. The vital self is always unfulfilled, Unending conquests are its food of life, And what is left when body cannot cope With age and its infirmities and falls Too soon upon the hard-rock roads of life. The soul

Was it Not Was it not I who met you in a dream When youth was waking from its dream of sleep, And walked the halls of subtle space to sit On your right hand upon a couch of gold. Was it not you who came with gentle hand To tame the fire that raged within my heart, Begin the process to cleanse and purify, Prepare me for the walk through many lives, Remove the obscure veils that hide the soul? Was it not she who garnered all the past And saw the future possibilities, Fierce, yet tender with a mother's love Removed impediments to clear the way That I might partake of her divine largesse. The body now grows older and the years Press down with stro

A Being Formed of Light Flowers once unknown now blossom here As if embodying those mighty souls Who left their light-impress upon the earth, Singing of a golden dawn not far From all the suffering our days attend. A small blue blossom modestly appears Springing from the earth of our desire, And with its beauty silently proclaims The advent of a spiritual day When a being formed of light shall manifest Amongst the multitudes who wend their way Half-conscious of the world that is to be, Striving with the paltry means in reach To seek a living from the iron men Who hold the world's exchange in greedy hands.

On Aging One must be grateful though the world cave in Upon the seeker and the struggling soul. As the body moves towards the dusk Music comes to comfort and uplift. I hear new melodies unheard before By busy mind and outward-seeking heart Though the spirit-song has always guided me. I listen to Kodaly and find peace In the choral strains of 'Esti dal' Perhaps to be alone is best though hard, In calm reflection of those wonder years When all could be attempted, all achieved In the boundlessness of earth's embrace. No thought of death can come where there is light And joy and breath of being and desire To reach beyond the clinging past's constr