Godhead's Seed Once Sown.htm Godhead's Seed Once Sown Out of the soul's deep slumber I woke in vision to see Star-fields appear without number On the cloak of eternity. I asked for a star or two And She gave me a galaxy Of children singing the new Songs of destiny. In a blaze of white sun-flares I saw Her feet descend Down the golden stairs Signalling the end Of the spirit's long travail In its house of flesh and bone. Her creation will not fail,

Promise of Supernal Days No peace can satisfy but peace within, Our highest hopes give savour to our words; But prayer is lost and vanished discipline, Life's tributes paid to small inferior lords. Our poetry and sacred texts now lie Forgotten and ignored in gathering dust While in our living-rooms a programmed eye Replaces God who once enjoyed our trust, Or the mighty internet holds us bound To scenes of concupiscence and of hate, We are buried in an avalanche of sound, There is no longer time to contemplate. When looked upon with outward searching gaze This world is seen as a parable of pain With man content t

The Memory of Light Perhaps there now shall come at last an end To sorrow and the endless siege of soul. For I have borne the alienating cold, A struggling flame to keep within the breast, The wavering compass needle at the point Where my delight was found before thy feet. And when the darkness gathered round my heart The memory of light sustained me still In each remembered smile thou cast on me In the radiance of thy divine love.

Who am I? I am the world, in me the ages dwell, The saint who walks the earth with bleeding feet The soldier on the battlefield of hell Dying in his column's vain retreat. I am the pilgrim ever seeking peace, The sinner lost to dark and sated deeps, The master's cur who lives alone to please, The seaman's wife who fearful vigil keeps. I am a thousand prayers that soar to thee, The curses of the multitudes of hate, The children sold into a slavery Far worse than death by an uncaring fate. I am the sun who yields to night's caress, The moon of solitude who bids us dream And dreaming touch within a tenderness That hangs its hope upon t

The Secret Name Though we looked deeply in Her eyes In truth what could we see, A glimpse perhaps of Paradise And veiled Divinity. As She leaned down in love to us A Force of God was felt, Powerful and luminous As by Her feet we knelt. She holds no more the earthly frame But works within the cells Of those who speak the secret name That in the silence dwells.

Vestments of the Light In the snare of heavenly jasmine and the musk rose I am caught In the smiles of men and angels and the demons I have fought In the seas of my becoming where I swim with guided hand In the forests of my memory, my youth's great hinterland, In the sweetness of a love that grows unsoiled by death and time The adventure of my consciousness, the soul's unerring climb, I am held in the arms of a Mother whose love encompasses my soul With Her golden chain around my heart, She guides me to my goal. She has called me from the depths of sleep and charged me with the task Of awakening the God within whose face I must unmask To

When the Door Unlocks Now am I closed to inward things Though often in my soul there sings An angel from Elysium, Telling of wonders still to come, Of Him who orchestrates the stars And breaks the boundaries and bars That pen the spirit's upward flight And in our darkness, God's delight. But when the door unlocks I'll see The heart of all this mystery That clothed in life unrobes for death And sweetly with the final breath Remembers love and why it came, Repeats again the secret name And with the briefness of a flower Sanctifies the final hour.

Beauty to Transform My Soul When mind is busy with its worldly things What wakens in vision are truths we cannot see, Our dreams are visions too on fragile wings Those covert glimpses of eternity. Of earth's demand for beauty I am moved And the latent perfection in all descended here, I see from an inner eye the golden-hooved Stallion bear the heavenly rider near. The forests call me to their dense retreat, The morning sings to me its hymns of praise And soft green swards beckon my pilgrim feet As sunlight bathes the world in lambent rays. Peace comes on me as a mother's gentle hand, An inner rapture steals my heart to

Forest Blessing In a forest free from sign of human trait By a fallen trunk I sat to meditate, Above me the protecting arms of trees Covered the skies in emerald canopies. I felt a stillness deep around me close. Before me fern-laced mossy carpets rose To pillow my head in cool and soft caress Like a silent prayer in pristine wilderness. With heavy lids in dreamless peace I slept. And in my sleep subtle visions leapt. My waking eyes a covey of quail did meet, Who unconcerned had gathered round my feet. Serene my soul in this vast woodland home Forever to recall in lives to come, Virginal in massive silence lay The dream of Go

The Entry of the Grace While the great body of life goes pulsing on Spinning through the cosmos like the stars In their predestined orbits through the night, O Mother of the worlds I muse on thee And breathe a now familiar air of bliss Where grief a foreign substance cannot lodge In a human heart grown full with gratitude. I am strong again to journey and to climb Above myself to meet thee on the heights Or seated in the uncorrupted shrine. I hold within the wonder of your eyes, In moments of a calm felicity, Recall as sunlight through a grove of peace The entry of the grace into my soul.