Dream Worlds June 30, 2011 Once more a rush of dreams that correspond To nothing I have known or felt before It seems as if malignant forces try To enter through the inner sanctum's door. They fail, for I am undisturbed and wake To view them as they truly are, unreal To soul experience, but now must learn The reason they intrude and why I feel When deep in sleep uneasiness and pain That those I love should act with venomous zeal, Unnatural with harsh unloving word, Who would, if I allowed my spirit steal And all the calm supporting me unseat. Now is the time I must surrender all Experience and place it at Her feet, Respond in every part to Go

The Hour is Here Aug. 12, 2011 They tell me winter furious and fierce With icy hands tore from the earth all warmth. The song-birds huddled frozen on the boughs And wind and sleet disrobed the stately trees. Many died who could not bear the blast That whipped and snarled across the frigid fields. Cold was the world and barren lay the land Praying for the warming rays of Spring. I saw the devastation and the death While walking on the stiff and crackling sod, The lake lay sleeping in the morning's chill Treacherous the rods with silver sleet Shining as the pale sun arose Facing the wrath of a force gone awry. Now the season of new birth begin

Return to Beauty Oct. 8, 2011 Autumn now, a single crocus blooms And calls my soul to worship and adore. Each passing year I see it rise between The paving stones and I have seen before How souls in anguish struggle towards the light When all the darkness of the world surrounds And only seems inevitable the night, The darkness that in human hearts abounds. Yet spring in all its glory will arrive, And hope shall bloom again and men shall strive To find the light and reckon not the cost Return to beauty all that once deemed lost.

City Streets Jan. 21, 2011 New York and the long city streets Sunk in shadow with ghostly yellow lamps Is home to me, my music and my dreams. I walk on, mile on endless mile Young and unafraid through danger and dark, The temptress night seducing mind and heart. Along the Hudson with its languid waves And on to Sutton Place I wind my way. In German town I hear the zither play And sing awhile with kindly men the songs Of Schubert, Schumann, Wölf, and often Brahms, Lieder of

A New World From the Old May 22, 2011 There are things in life I have not done And many that I still must do And things I wish I had not done But past is past and there are few Who can unravel the skeins of time. That aside, the future glows Bright with promise, a golden age Now dawns and slowly wisdom grows Though destruction seems our just reward, Catastrophe on catastrophe Volcanic fires and quakes that kill; Earth, a living entity Will not condone man's abuse Of the sacred trust vouchsafed to him Her energies now let loose Seem to augur man's demise, Til he has paid the price of greed. A new world from the old shall ri

Nocturnal Demons July 18, 2011 I could not hear the mockingbird Singing of the day's delight, So strong the dream that held me close Wrapped in darkest folds of night, We lived together but apart And few the words of kindness said, Why does she come, this soul I love Appearing from the realms of dead With ash the only memory Spread beneath a sacred tree. It is not she, of that I'm sure, This angel of divinity, The one thing in my life so pure Who kept me on the upward path When I would walk unconsciously Through life and love without a thought Arriving where I should not be. Now in y dreams she seems so cold Detached fro all

Drought Sept. 8, 2011   I have seen the weeping of the leafless trees Dying of thirst and thirsting for the rain, Parched and suffering in a lifeless breeze In a summer of sorrow upon us once again. How do iris and peonies survive? To the searing heat their life-force has attuned In the burning months when weeds alone can thrive. The lowly grass uncaring gods have ruined That gives no flower and no food to eat But lays for man a carpet for his feet.

In the Mother^s Love.htm In the Mother's Love March 10, 2011 I walked with certainty the unsteady years Alone across the quicksand shifts of fate Unknowing where my errant feet would lead, Towards a goal I could but contemplate, Unreachable in my present state. Time seemed to slow, the years of youth drift by, I hurried on, life's wonders to embrace. Often I felt a pressing inner need, Seeking for the one beloved face, My soul upheld by an unseen grace. Now I know within the truth I sought Through adamant and egoistic years Shaken by pain like a wintry reed For beauty lost and inner battles fought When only the barest thread of truth was caught. I walk

Change July 20, 2011 There is nothing so urgent as the need for change, But how to change the formed and crystallized ind, The body with its habits learned ere birth, Desires that intrude upon the calm That seeks to enter or from depths within Would guide by spirit-force this errant life. Man wakes to realize his ignorance, Reads treatises and texts to find a way To lead his being to a higher life, Or finding empty all religion's laws Her dicta and her endless certainties, Turns away from tired, well-worn paths To seek within himself the living truth. No longer does he wish the great escape, The heavenly reward, abandoning earth, Or some nirvanic s

His Will on Earth Oct. 7, 2011 As the lake in stillness greets this autumn morn An ethereal painting drawn before my eyes, An endless struggle leaves our souls forlorn, As warring tribes enact their tragedies. Visited on us there is no peace, Governments in ruin and men impure Or blinded by ego offer no release For wounded lives, the politicians cure But platitudes and empty words that ring As sounding brass, there is not joy or love, Falsehood rules our lives, we feel its sting, The world seems comatose, we cannot move Beyond our ingrained habits and our days Seem empty. Where now the canticles of praise? Yet deep in the earth a golden