Live in the Discovered Soul Great civilizations were destroyed When spiritual growth was stilled And demon forces in man toyed With him and darker motives willed. Though mind has grown and man evolved But partially above the beast, The truth of life remains unsolved Until the need for death has ceased, For there remains the spirit's need To progress in the human mould, Death is the helper, so decreed And new attempts mu

An Ever Brightening Flame 3/7/07 How difficult to shake from us things past, Untie the strings of memory that bind The Self of Light striving to emerge And leave our treasured memories behind. So much is left undone, the soul laments The changeless slow progression of the years A falling back repeating things thought done Our griefs recalled, the waterfall of tears Shed silently as loved ones round us die And I remain as on a barren isle To watch the willed destruction of my kind And witness greed that does all earth defile. I have returned to sweet familiar lands, A house of happiness with rooms of pain Where

Summoning The Golden Sound’s Descent.htm Summoning The Golden Sound's Descent. Preparing the body to receive the force As one might prepare for Communion with the Lord, Emptying the vessel of all doubt And thoughts that engender negativity I sat surrounded by aspiring souls Who would call a music down to change the world, Vibrations of such strength and purity No malignant darkness could withstand. A candle lit surrounded by the flowers, Placed there by a daughter of the sun, The OM began, felt within the cells, Progression of a oneness so unique That those with vision saw and others sensed A harmony not known on earth before. Beings from the higher worlds

Mallard Friend II Returning late at dusk I heard her cry, In pain she stood and long awaited me. I saw the damaged leg, the clouded eye And listened to her murmur plaintively. Trustingly she comes and does not fly As I approach bearing her daily food, I sit near her and in my grief I sigh Alone with her in evening's solitude. This morning limping she has come again And carefully I offer her the tray, I cannot gauge the measure of her pain Or know if she will somehow last the day. The males arrive and seeing her distress Crush her in their frantic haste to mate, She bears in silence their aggressiveness For in the genes the

The Inner Change Possessed not of the lyric voice Nor wideness of the epic mind Nevertheless I sing, rejoice At the gates of heaven lone and blind. I cannot dance, I cannot fly But beauty find among the flowers, Labour with love's energy To order my life's fleeting hours. Around me all is dead and dying And instantaneously reborn, The earth in pain and wounded, sighing, Of her beauty stripped and torn. The inner change can only be Solution for man's present state The sense of “I' replaced by “we”, And love supplanting ingrained hate.

Now I Shall Sing to Her Child of the canopied woodlands and the peat-soft forests I grew Up through the grasslands and soft flower-fields of a dream-burdened youth, By the swift flowing stream fell asleep with my head on a clean grassy pillow, Face to the sun and my heart wildly beating with joy of the morning. Clouds held me captive as they scudded and flew through the dome of the heavens And I couched in evergreen softness, took flight from the body's obtuseness. Alone in the mysteried present I soared to the realm

Remorse 4/2/07 I stood a long time listening and watched Inconstant breezes move across the lake, Hoping perhaps that I might hear your voice, Some signal would appear that you had crossed Safely over the bridge between two worlds. Nothing did I see and nothing heard. Death must have held his breath throughout the night And dared not take you while I chanted OM, But morning came bright with tears, the rain Beat gently on the window in your room. You loved in silence and you left in silence too. It was the time of dogwoods and the homes Were softened by the clouds of pink and whiteÉ I travel slowly not knowing where I go In my unconscious jo

Her Transforming Face 5/14/07 Behind this tortured world a golden dawn Prepares the hour of man's transcendent flight And all our sorrow, suffering and sin Shall disappear in radiant delight. Prometheus and Atlas shall be freed And evil overwhelmed by puissant grace, Persephone released from Hades grasp And the world transformed by Her transforming face. First published in Mother India – August 2008

Great White Heron I saw him as a ribbon of white light Moving across the stillness of the lake Immense wings flapping soundlessly Rising above this coloured world of green And at that moment, my feet upon the earth, My soul took flight to rise with him above The reaching branches of the oaks And over the tall tops of massive pines. Emerging from the prison of the flesh Into the vast dimensions of the sky A moment free before it must return To a body chosen long before this birth And beat its wings against the iron bars Of mind and dungeons of our small desires.

Better to Be Silent I know nothing of poetry My only effort is to write The lines that drift down into me From a source that seems to say, 'Pick up the pen now, quietly.' And for a little while I wait For the words to congregate Into a harmony of form. The rhythm comes, sometimes the rhyme. I try not to think too much For mind likes to interfere Believing always it knows best. Better to be silent as a pond Receptive to the skidding stone Whose momentary splash and skip Is nothing more than surface noise And