His Blessing Hand March 12, 2011 My heart shall sing, my eyes look lovingly Upon the whispering grass, the soaring spires Of mountains that approach the feet of God. The 'Northern Lights' spread their evening fires Across the calming blue of Krishna's sky. Morning, the gilt-edged clouds move languidly As I prepare to greet the lordly sun. Beneath my feet the crunch of frozen sod From winter's touch, for spring has just begun With daffodils beneath the cherry tree. I have returned from a sacred Eastern land Aflame within, enfolded by such love As rarely felt; it seems the touch of God Descended from a glowing realm above Has blessed my s

At Her Feet III March 10, 2011 In Brindhavan where the Gopi's play Krishna came one summer day And stamped upon their hearts His name And so began the timeless game Of man and God and man's desire Rising like an incense spire To know and live a life of love Petitioning the Lord above An answer to our fervent prayers To descend once more the heavenly stairs That we again might see His face, Of evil and darkness lose all trace And taste that moment rare and sweet, Surrendered fully at Her Feet.

The Truth I Could Not See Aug. 21, 2011 I hoped the Lord of Life to meet But could not reach to touch his feet So glued was I to my small ways Proud and stubborn all my days. But I was young and did not know That when he called my soul would go And find in Him all that I sought Unknowingly and when I caught First sight of Her my life began. So strong the force I from Her ran, Embracing life I worked and dreamed Of all that so important seemed. Now I live in peace, alone, Perhaps past karma to disown But now Their love has opened me To the truth I am but could not see.

The Eternal Bride April 14, 2011 I would capture beauty as I capture life From the microcosm to the vasts of space Remembering the look in certain eyes That shone with Truth in many a passing face. I would find love in the common and the vile, Tear the veil from every false façade To see the light that blossoms from the soul And know each being carrier of God. I would root the darkness out that still remains Companion to the darker realms of me And in a bath of Grace cleanse my soul And see myself as I must truly be, A bridegroom wed to the eternal bride Upon this spinning globe on which we ride.

To the Lord of Life Mar. 24, 2011 Suddenly the trees, Skeletons of might Awake from winter sleep Greening overnight. From barren earth there springs Magical to the eyes Beauty beyond belief, Surprise upon surprise, Where yesterday one saw Naught but dust dry leaves, Now a thousand sparkling hues, Rainbow symphonies. And in this joy I dwell And in each moment live And to the Lord of life Give all that I can give.

Since Time Began March 17, 2011 Wisps of fog come drifting through the trees, Majestic soaring of the regal firs, A sun-edge cloud blown by a steady breeze, And in my heart a deep emotion stirs. Ascending through the serried realms of light I soar on golden wings my soul to rest And on the boughs of ancient trees alight. This world is made for beauty, not a test Or trial we must endure for Paradise, The promise for the good and faithful few Who enter as the heavenly minstrel cries Welcome, welcome, welcome, to each of you! Earth is the place where men and angels meet Upon this soil where the blood of ages ran; Look on its loveliness, so gran

To Build the Golden Chrysalis Sept. 8, 2011 I would like when I walk through the final door To remember all things beautiful and true, With no regrets sail to a unknown shore And blue horizons as your eyes were blue. Though when you left a part of me left too. Now age upon me comes and fierce my toil Still incomplete with battles to be won, Fought on hard and unforgiving soil. The feeling persists – I have not yet begun Nor inward turned to greet the inner sun, Aware so clearly now that I must seek The golden chrysalis to build, prepare. This work of change is not for the timid or weak Who fear to climb the steep and narrow stair

Why I Came April 4, 2011 Something in the stillness softly calls, A voice that seems my own from depths within, Despite the unplanned errors of the days And the unconsciousness gropings in the dark. Where the centre lies I cannot say, Aware of only fragments of a truth That lies in me and yet is hid from view. I only know that this is why I came, For the beauty of the Way on which I go, The challenge and the daring of the game, To unearth the secret held within this clay, The reason why my soul takes birth in time.

India, Our State of Grace April 15, 2011 I left the heat and humidity, Mosquitoes and the monsoon rain, Returned to a cold but friendly land Where I was welcomed back again. It is gentler here, the body at ease. The pressure less and less the pain, But there the soul is witness to The future that on earth shall be When we have left the past to die. We who live in eternity Must find the one who lives in us , Be done with such stupidity To speak of things we do not know Yet believe we truly understand. A day shall come when all shall see The miracle our souls demand A vessel of the High command Who knows earth as our dwellin

The Consciousness of God Feb. 24, 2011 He trims the lamp and calls the Presence in And when it comes he lives within the flame. All things are known to him, the inner sight Opens as a flower bud unfolds. Witness of all that is destined still to come Prophet, sanctified through birth and birth, Guide and friend who counsels in the night The striving soul walking the sharp edged lanes, The byways where the fruits of falsehood grow And all temptations on the upward route. In his calm demeanour all he sees But judges not the sinner or the saint Above the mind he sees that all are one A few ahead and few behind, but all Destined to realize the soul one day