Songs to Sing Drawn by the calling of a lonely flute From the dark pavilions of the night I wandered lone among the leafless trees And wanted in my soul to set things right But the grief of all the world was gathered there And I unable, sightless, lost my way. I groped and learned that by the touch of things One can hold the dogs of thought at bay, Another way of seeing than with the eyes. Somewhere behind the heart a spirit free From all the machinations of the mind Knows the route to lost eternity. I saw when the impossible appeared Beyond, the possibility of love The conqueror who lives unseen in us, Our guardian descended fr

Attend Us Soon So many lives, so many voices Drowned in silence of the sea, So many prayers so few responses Seem to issue forth from Thee. Timeless journey to the centre Of a soul we cannot see Oh to find the door to enter The peace of all eternity. Maker of our fate and fortune On the Wheel turned by thy hand Krishna, Christ attend us soon And shed your light upon this land That we may end the endless heartbreak, Mindless violence and war Do not this flawed mankind forsake Our failing faith in Thee restore.

The Landscape of the Mind The landscape of the mind is filled With noxious weeds and overgrown For on its soil the seeds are spilled Of tired thoughts we believe we own. How then to clear these cluttered fields, Prepare a fertile ground and wait Till in its time the spirit yields The mystic seeds to germinate And we are freed from foreign strains That once grew uninhibited, Free to keep the ripened grains By the flowering of spirit fed.

I Hear the Spirit^s Call.htm I Hear the Spirit's Call Is there still a chance that I may stand Alone in time and facing God Give up this insincere façade, Renew the aspiring years of youth And seek more deeply for the truth Beyond which mind can understand, Or have the hounds of sorrow bit Too deep and desire still too strong That I must count myself unfit And to the lower realms belong. Yet still I hear the spirit's call And in the very flesh of me Resounding music to enthral, And bow my soul in humility

God to Find To see beyond the frozen images And structured recollections of the dead Framed in our lives through times dense passages, To be in our hearts resolved of fear and dread, Made pure by deep aeskesis of the mind, The will to quell desire, conquer greed, Resolved to make the journey God to find That towards eternal Light we may proceed.

Under the Hammer of God The hour of chrysanthemum's arrives And the languorous display of Autumn gold. I have no recollection of past lives But in my body feel the ancient cold Pressing on these brisk and short-lived days. I am still trying under the hammer of God Beneath his fashioned stars and quickened moon To let him mould this dense resistant clod To heightened beauty and the heart attune To bliss and set the aspiring soul ablaze.

God Reborn Down I fell in sorrow and despair No glint of light could hope to reach me there, Only my faith and that by the thinnest thread Held me from communion with the dead. The passing of the years not too unkind Have brought a healing solace to the mind I see, though still not clearly, beauty's face Divine even in the commonplace Despite a world in tears with mocking Death Astride the innocent slain with fiery breath And earth benumbed by plunder and rapine Undying hope, the human spirit's sign, The soul that can alone survive the night Arisen now to end our human plight And lift men's hearts to the ennobling view, God reborn who lives in t

Where Now the Beauty? Rushing madly towards its own death-bed The world in violent anger moves It hearkens not to the thunderous tread Of the Rider and the trampling hooves. Violence hanging like a bloody shroud Upon the present's battered face we see, And the stigmata of two thousand years Wears heavily on the future that is to be. A void of darkness now before us yawns Where now the beauty of those early morns?

With God Apace I know somewhere beyond there lies The peaceful land where I shall find All the lost infinities When first we ventured nude and blind Into a world where our first cries In the labyrinth of space Signalled our future destiny. From matter's plinth to heaven's base We shall wed ourselves to infinity And one day walk with God apace.

Towards the Source of Life In former days the flowers spoke to me In silent tongues of worship blossoming, Joyous in the soil's fecundity A fragrant riot of colours worshipping. As I learned their simple language of delight Thrusting from the hard protecting seed Replete with knowledge or divine insight They taught me the uncomplicated need To grow with roots in earth and lifted high Their brilliant masses singing in the sun To flourish in a rapture of the sky Towards the source of life, the radiant One.