She is the Choreographer 01/17/07 Like symbol notes upon an ancient staff A music intimate and wandering Played across the pages of my life. I sang the odes that built the hidden worlds And chanted to the Godhead hid in me. In the faint recesses of my secret soul New melodies were formed from earthly strains And I unknowing whence this sound was born Was led into the fire by Her hand And knelt in fragrant hours by Her feet. Though years have passed still are there songs to sing And choirs of devotion to attend, It is She who brings the rhythms of the dance Creating worlds where nothing was but dust. She is the choreographer of life

To Live for Thee 3/14/07 Retuning home I fell into the past. It was a hard fall and bruised my soul. To shake off sorrow and to shake off joy And walk into the future nude and free For some is an impossible task. A thousand memories built brick by brick Construct a temple to our suffering Joined with the mortar of all past delight. I could not move but to descend again Into the being I was and must not be. How long must one await the breaking walls, The foundations of the past reduced to dust, And from the ashes of our former selves Let the fire-bird of the new world arise From a heart that longs though it is blind, Transform the body m

Peace Within Our Hearts At other times, in other places, Unknown names, forgotten faces Yet lingering behind the masks, Spirit-signs and deep soul-traces. From foreign lands in former times Hauntingly faint remembered crimes And deeds of valour, inhuman tasks The soul lives on through death and climbs Above the body, beyond the mind Seeking a resting place to find Communion with God and humbly asks For peace within our hearts enshrined.

As She Walks By Slowly the moon through solemn banks of cloud Moves as a pure-bread maiden, chaste and free, Upon the hills she drapes a milk-white shroud Luminous and couched in mystery. There is something in the air tonight, A mood, a dream or hushed expectancy Yet more perhaps, a harbinger of light One who shall reweave earth's tapestry. The waiting leaf anticipates her touch, The trembling shrubs wait for her to pass. The flowers lean to her as if to clutch A sweeter joy; the ever-patient grass Cherishes every impress of her feet And the winged ones honour her in song. The ripening fruit offers her its sweet Refreshin

Godlike Kiss You say that I must let this sadness die And lift from stricken eyes the shades of grief To follow where the paths of beauty lie Bring closure to the heart and soul's relief. This world is not by some deep sorrow made Though all things rare and beautiful soon fade To memory or run to slow decay, All human effort bound to die away. But slowly as the star-swept evening yields To the richly coloured halo of the morn She left these beautiful

Province of the Realized Few He sits awake in our profoundest sleep, Guardian and guide of all our dreams, Spurs lethargic self to dare and leap Across the gulfs of ignorance where gleams The eternal matrix and transforming power, A love divine, immutable, unstained Whose formidable force can seize the hour And all that lies within us unattained. We shall blossom as the flower to the sun, Transcendent man shall overleap mankind A warrior of the incarnate One, And we who in a half-light seek shall find The harmony that now eludes our grasp, The light that beckons just beyond our view, The love we feel in all ye

Among the Nameless Stars 11/30/07 And when I am no more remember me Who loved you for the singing soul in you, The days when Heaven seemed descended here, A timeless moment in eternal time. The body weakened faces soon its end Though the happiness we knew seems now a dream, Another life lived once within this frame A doppelgŠnger spirit unaware, Blind to fate and human destiny. Perhaps the gods more rightly understand That from the dark we enter into light And then into the dark recede once more To rest perhaps, to gather up the threads Of joys and sorrows like the yin and yang, A chiaroscuro of delight and grief Knowing that our

If You Should Come Again 8/27/07 Did you leave something of your presence here? Perhaps a hint of perfume in a flower Or in these rooms once beautiful, now drear, A last imprint of love in that fateful hour Of pain when one could hear the walls cry out For you, departing as the Shade drew near. In all I touch or see or think about There is such loveliness in your atmosphere But sorrow gathers like a fog and closes Over my soul and penetrates my heart And I am left alone among the roses Bereft of my beloved counterpart. I have locked my dreams in a casket of gold Away from the eager prying eyes of men In a silken cloth fold on care

Consecrated Offering The hundred thousand errors of my past Like village hounds snapping at my feet Follow me, I still cannot get free Of habits old and untoward demands Nor find within the sole conquering will. I lost myself in work to no avail As thoughts from other worlds assail my mind And like a rudderless ship in heaving seas Am tossed about and sink to rise again Having had full complement of pain And most unworthy suffered love's return But friendship's loss, inevitable loss, While I continue in my daily rounds

Heavier Grows the Heart I am in hiding in my sorrow's shell The long days are nothing more than night If pain is measure of my being's hell When all is claimed by death's invincible might, Or so it seems when beauty's face is lost And joy transformed into illusion's mask In this saga of the body's holocaust. Of the gods there is nothing I can ask. We were not meant to grieve but grief there is When vibrant life too soon becomes death's prey Our hope to change the world reduced to this And heavier grows the heart with each new day.