This World Must Change Oct. 17, 2011 Once again this painful memory As I listen to a haunting choral work 'O Sacrum Convivium' intoned Over and over again these harmonies98 Resound in me yet only sadness reigns And the sorrow of the world on me descends. I pass a paraplegic in a chair Pushed resolutely by a wizened hag And in the chair it is myself I see, Head immense, lolling, the twisted form, Distorted face, passionless and mute. The tears unbidden flow – this world must change And grief give room for joy to take its stand. So shall the Overman transitioning Be born into this world of human clay,

Eclipse Sept. 8, 2011 Eerie atmosphere as if the sun Were hidden by an opaque veil of ash A stillness too that silences the leaves And the loud world to a moment's rest. It is the hour of the great eclipse, No birds sing and stifled the cricket's cry As suddenly the earth a stranger seems To one accustomed to the day and night. An unknown scent drifts upon the air. Almost a frightening witching hour comes In the heavy sky when day has turned to dusk. One stands alone wondering if this Was how the world began before the Word Brought light and the first greening came. Perhaps a landscape on the cusp of time Before the mighty OM, the primal sound W

Mother and Queen There are times one feels the heart is gone And all one's will in ashes too The past one wanted to be done Comes rushing back with force anew. For deep within us darkness hides And only Fire can burn it out But there is one whose voice misguides Instilling in the mind the doubt That one can tread the chosen path. Desire like a dress that clings, Impatience spurring on self-wrath The insignificance of things That settle in the physical mind, Tenants who have overstayed Their welcome, but alas we find Arisen demons we thought were slayed. It does not seem earth will survive To those who view the out

Only the Soul Within The weakening circles of the wearing mind That spins in old and worn familiar grooves, Nothing it can know or truly find, A chess-pawn with its fixed and formal moves. Nothing can desire's will achieve, Its turbulence unable to retain The higher truth it cannot yet perceive, Singing still the vital-life's refrain. Body too is helpless in the flow And drifts down slowly towards entropy, Only the soul within can truly know The present, past, and future that will be.

God^s Intent.htm God's Intent We who have seen with worshipping eyes A brightness in the atmosphere, A clearness as of rain-washed skies From every distant land drew near To look on loveliness and grace Of one who has descended here And bear the piercing diamond eyes And the beauty of a perfect face. Now neither death nor suffering Can halt the golden ray's descent Or stay the earth's full blossoming Or the glory that is God's intent.

And He Ascended into Heaven And He ascended into Heaven. There may be stops along the way, Places for the soul to rest On the long road to consciousness. The journey seems to slow or stop Death intervenes but birth renews The upward spiral gradually. Do we not all move towards the light?

New Awakenings I have no converse with the angel-kind Once only saw the Demon at his work In headstrong days when tempestuous youth was blind To the hidden depths where nether forces lurk. There are endless worlds that wait to be revealed Though I have not the skill nor discipline, A higher music is my occult field, It vibratory modes sound within. Music from the strings of a thousand lyres And love divine that through my spirit sings Prompt me to light the sacrificial fires, Prepare my soul for new awakenings.

To Wake the Sleeper Above our houses in the dimming light The star-encrusted ceiling of the night Appears, and heaven seems not far away, A heart-beat from the brilliance of the day. Through diamond paths the seas of emerald flow, The occult messengers, their plumes aglow From golden boughs lean down to waken us And with their silver trumpets lightly blow The call to wake the sleeper from his dreams To drink

Soon Now the Light All beautiful things, all things pure Awake the poet soul in me, In simplicity I am secure, A child-soul filled with gaiety Singing of flowers still to be, An end to violence and wrath The hopelessness we must endure And difficulties of the path, The burdens of the helpless poor And war's unspeakable aftermath. The thirteenth of May, the sun illumes The darkness that so slyly hides In the human body's chambered rooms And to the sages view reveal The facile word, the easy smile The treachery the eyes conceal The veil of hate, the web of guile. Soon now the light shall penetrate The shadowed heart, the shuttered

All Earth's Sorrow.htm All Earth's Sorrow Aug. 24, 2007 All earth's sorrow, all her pain Shall be as naught if once again A silver flute and a golden ray Upon our mortal pastures play.