The Fragrance of Roses The fragrance of roses betrays you A jewel in my unbounded heart, My gratitude hardly repays you For beauty that fills every part With love and the flowers of living And youth in its time of delight, The joy of a soul's endless giving That carries us through the long night Of pain and the sorrow of leaving A life that fulfils every prayer, Allowing no time for the grieving Or voices that speak of despair. May we to the highest aspiring Partake of Her unending bliss The godhead in us desiring

In the Vasts of Space What more this variegated life might hold I question not for all has been foretold And I have sacred memories to bear And gifts of spirit waiting still to share. There is nothing more to ask of life or love. Completed by the world in which I move Out of all proportion I am blessed, Recipient of light, by grace possessed, Yet still to overcome the stigmaed past. My faith all deviation shall outlast, For I have met him in the vasts of space And touched his feet and looked upon his face.

Mother's Grace Because thou art the world shall yet survive Its madness and estrangement from the light, The darkness that men love, on which they thrive And joy in the seductions of the night. Escape from life no longer is the Way Or suffering to gain the Heaven-Crown, Relinquish earth to evil's sordid play And in the seas of ignorance to drown. This might have been if we were left alone With ego lord of blind humanity Propped vainly now on falsehood's blackened throne, Our call unanswered by divinity. But thou hast come to vanquish death and sin. Abandoned we no longer whirl in fear, Immortal souls their sacred reign beg

A Goddess in the Coloured Robes of Dawn I am a poor accountant of the soul, A voyager meandering on roads So well traversed I know each dip and knoll. They say the spirit leads but never goads. I have wandered through the landscapes of my youth, Arrogant, full-blown with self, yet frail, Seeking ever for a way to soothe The restless mind in a body bound to fail. I found the golden passageway to light Beyond the cusp of dream, a paradise That waits the breaking through the web of night; A luminescent face, the stars her eyes Leaning over earth Her chosen field, A goddess in the coloured robes of dawn Who s

There is a Music There is a music heard within the soul, Melodious but to the mind unknown, A single note that can contain the whole, All sounds it seems and yet a sound alone. It is a drone that makes the silence ring And the enchanting music of the spheres, A great cathedral's bell awakening Or temple gong across the bridge of years. At birth its music hums in crystal tones, At death it sings the weary soul to rest Its chant safe passage through the danger zones Swelling to a hymn among the blessed. The mantra of love, it is the distant AUM That in our hearts now finds its lasting home.

In the Sea of Becoming June 1, 2004 Knock at the gates of beauty And at the doors of delight No grief can enter there, No sorrow mar our sight. Bathe in the sea of becoming Leave memory behind, Sail on the wave of the future That beckons to mankind. Break the bars of Inconscience In the prison of limiting mind, Cling to the truth of your being All ignorance rescind. Attend to the voice that is calling Afar yet deep within, The presence of peace descending Accept that you may begin Th

Who Shall Resist A vision leapt, then danced before my feet As I drifted down the avenues of dream. I moved in trance-like unreality Unable still to pierce the subtle veil That hangs between the self I do not know And the stranger that I face in waking hours. Sleep does not help, there too I am unaware, The body seems of foreign substance made. I ask for greater patience, deeper calm, Listen for a remembered voice to call, A newer music waiting to descend, But only hear the sound of old refrains. At the crossroads where the mind and spirit meet I wait the one true gu

Nataraj I looked into the young girl's eyes And saw God stripped of His disguise, At once she knew that I had found The path of light, the hallowed ground. She smiled until my mind was stilled My heart so wide with joy fulfilled To see the One I knew before, The dancer through the open door Behind whose steps the aeons fly Through galaxy and galaxy And all our lives are but His dance Eternity His long romance.

To Give When I am old if such I must become Let me not make inordinate demands On those whom I have known, no bothersome Requests from long familiarity Or simple service of this heart, these hands Offered to God in our humanity. I would not be a burden, for to give Defines the very constant of my way, Were I to take I could not longer live. My soul consigned to unseen God above Shall stoically accept the close of day, For I have lived in plenitudes of love. There still remain so many fields to clear In the cobweb crowded jungles of the mind, My time is yet far off and earth so dear That in these fruitful gardens of the Lord Let me still

A Poverty of Soul Elusive sleep why come you not tonight When all the dark enfolds me as I wait? A thousand thoughts within my brain alight, Unwelcome visitors who agitate And press for recognition as I lie Confounded by the world that men have wrought, Their hatreds cowled in religious piety The endless wars summing up to nought. A poverty of soul defines mankind, His power lust, desires uncontrolled, For few escape the prison of the mind Or ideologies grown quickly old. In truth there is no death the sages write Why then this vain attraction for the night?