Let My Song Burst Forth I tread on paths of light with darkened soul Seeking in the recesses of mind And the unending labyrinth of thought The thread of all lives past that led me here, To purge from vital self the gross impure, From ego-self the separative sense Awaking consciousness that lay asleep In the folds of blissful ignorance to rise And lead this being so ordained, Narad, The mediator who stands between two worlds, The heavens and an earth in transience. Let my song burst forth O heavenly Queen And resonate in hearts that seek and pray Fearful of mortal life's brief passage here, Desirous so of truth distilling pe

The Divinity in All 9/7/09 Here among the oak and maple trees So dense the sun comes dancing like a jewel Reflected in the verdant, glowing leaves I too reflect on the infallible Purpose of our evolution's goal. These days are soil for many a leafy thought, Revelations come without a call, I meditate on those whose lives are fraught With trouble and appalling days of loss And those who in this flying world are caught By circumstance or karmic woes across The spectrum of their lives, who fought Through cycles of unending births in time. Yet there are those possessed of deep belief Who welcome the challenge and the perilous climb,

Such a Simple Dream   All is beautiful now In this midnight hour And I am filled with peace, Waking from a dream In which I heard her speak This once in seven years. She said, 'Willoughby (Our great white Persian cat) Is a bit under the weather.' Indeed, he looked scruffy But sidled over to me And I lightly scratched his head And woke immersed in calm. Such a simple dream To bring this strange delight, Bathing me in bliss.

In the Ashram^s Atmosphere.htm In the Ashram's Atmosphere 11/1/09 Are we alone the ones who love and care, Who believe the spirit fills our mortal air? Look closely at surrounding joy awhile, The heart of youth, the conscious infant's smile The gleeful dance of children and compare The stillness in the mendicant and thief, The athlete's concentration and belief, Force coiled within the beauty of its form, The avatar protecting all from harm Who lifts from us the heavy cloak of grief, The yogi in whose eyes we see a light That draws us like a beacon from our night, The singer and the song that is his soul The actor who responds to an inner call Becoming what

A Force Magnificent 10/12/09 Even in this turbid world where men Prefer the darkness of their mortal state To planes of knowledge that lean down to earth, I see a glory in the burning leaf, The beauty and the brilliance and the dance Of Nature unconvinced of death and time, Splendid in her grandiose displays, Who shall outlast the scourge of death and greed And hollow faiths that mutilate and kill Evolving soul, the jewel behind the heart. A force magnificent, untouched by fate Or our sophisticated weaponry Is now at work and one day shall transform Our suffering, our pain, our false desires To the bliss of higher consciousness and

On Seeing Sai Baba on YouTube Did you see him in his saffron robe Walking slowly as they touched his feet, An aura of freedom and a wealth of grace As some Russian boys sang softly, sweet, Oche Nash, a modern 'Lord's Prayer'. I watched and then a peace came over me And knew one day my faults would fall away Embraced by love as an island by the sea. What a marvel of our age YouTube is, All the music of my youth is there, Artistic beauty for all to see and hear A temple built of song and often prayer. Transcendent moments that draw the Godhead near.

Light-Filled Land I took the reins of the morning sun And rode upon its silver rays My time on earth was not yet done, Before me lay a thousand ways And dreams I had not dreamed before Of love the gift and joy new -found, When through the spirit's open door I saw a vision and heard the sound Of anklet bells in a distant clime. A child of God came near to me In a place where no one measured time, It seemed a gold eternity. I recognized my being there, No longer aged, no longer worn But young among the young and fair, In that light-filled land reborn.

Words From Above 9/18/09 You want peace? You struggle, weep, Devising methodologies To keep the warring tribes at bay, And yet within you peace has fled; Turbulent mind and troubled heart Keep peace away and stifle love. Establish first the peace within, No outward violence disturb Its luminous and silver reign, The roiling waters of your being Calm, the restless vital nature Still, the tranquil mind receive That peace imbue with strength and grace The mission for which your soul has come. Trust in That alone, the force Divine, of the transforming power.

Lost Soul - April 25, 1974 Where the unknown Musician sits in trance And the puppet performs his programmed dance, A form half-knowing executes, My soul unable to advance.

The Lost Musician April 25, 1974 The lost Musician waits in trance And the puppet performs his programmed dance, A form half-knowing moved by Chance, The spirit struggling to advance.