In Her Is My Eternity As a youth life seemed to me An underlying unity. I walked through wastelands of despair And saw my spirit dwelling there. No wealth had I yet wealth was mine, In every tree a force divine Flowed in beauty as a stream, Reality as true as dream. The flowers in my childhood hand Treasures soul could understand Whom Nature fostered as a friend, And in the days at childhood's end Brought new vistas to explore, Opening the azure door To worlds beyond and worlds within Realms of beauty, haunts of sin. The sense-life's wild and frenzied dance In vital-nature's ambiance Attracted as a moth to flame

Nectar of Supreme Delight Perhaps tomorrow I shall know The things I cannot see today, The future's road on which I go, The hidden music and the play. Peace folds its sweetness round my head Descends enveloping my heart Yet to the past I am not dead And from this earth I must not depart Just yet for there is much to do. The gardens wait in subtle space And music will my soul renew To lift me to that higher place Where all is known I've striven for, That I might sing the worlds to sleep, In flowered dreams my spirit soar To find eternal joy nor weep For beauty lost where beauty reigns In Durga's arms, in

The Measure of Eternity Flowers falling to the earth like snow Rays that shoot between the topmost leaves, In silence now a deeper truth to know, Grateful for these transient reprieves I walk her lanes of loveliness and greet The fruited boughs that lean in offering, The cushioned grasses cool beneath my feet And all the aching splendour of the spring. I feel a oneness with the silent sky, I am a comrade of the earth, the seas, And yet I cannot comprehend just why I am house divided by degrees Where unknown voices call from unknown rooms, The sentry falls asleep at the sacred gate, And all the past before the future

Divine in Human Clay The years turn back to see thy smile, Remembering thy soundless feet That softly touched earth's breast awhile Impressing love on our deceit. What do we know who have not found The guidance, the unerring light Established on the spirit's ground Cognizant of wrong and right. The day is but a dream of thee And night the counterpoint of day, My heart retains the memory Of One divine in human clay.

To the Light July 7, 2004 Once the world within me grew and bloomed And, owning nothing, all in my account Flourished and increased the seasons' wealth. Music in me sang the stars to sleep And dawn the brighter grew as joy fulfilled An ancient longing in my youthful heart. Each day a newness brought, a larger quest; I sought through sense to feed the passion's flame That flowers briefly through the fleeing hours, Forever etch on the tablets of time, my name. I hoarded transient memories of love, Heard whispers of a higher destiny Than fate's

Peace Returns In the second month of the newly budded year When eager life steps on the sill of Spring I shall go and stand upon the solemn shore And cast your body's ashes to the sea, Confronting yet again the mystery Of this embattled life and death that steals From too brief hours love's felicity. In perilous journeys on the roads of time We meet in joy and oft in sorrow part, But joy prevails and when we meet once more In other lands assuming foreign names And forms that only soul can recognize, We know that here on earth is love's true place And greet the One in every changing face. Within us now from sleep he slowly wakes As w

With Tehmiben No longer can I say, "I am this". Without the inner knowledge can one speak Of soul and God or what the psychic is? Yet love in me shall find the One I seek. Now in the quietude surrounding her, Reading poetry by candlelight When mind is still, for once the listener, Heart speaks to heart, seer to acolyte. She sleeps untroubled as the pure sleep And I, the silent witness by her side, A calm and introspective vigil keep, Grateful in her presence to abide. I have come in answer to her spirit's call, Responding to a soul-emergency And kneel beneath the Service Tree where all Shall be revealed I now but dimly see.

Through the Shuttered Door Through the shuttered door approaching night I saw a youth eternal poised and pure Kneeling by one who long had lived in light. Their hands entwined no word between them passed In consecration's deep-souled reverie. My soul soared up this oneness to behold And gathered them into its gold embrace. I left their calm communion silently, No sound to break the stillness and the peace, And wandered down the corridors of time Musing now on moments such as these When life stands still, eternal in its poise. Each hour in this magic world can be A hymn of offering, a chant of love, An ode to joy that calls the One

A Peace No Sorrow Can Deny I sat beside her softly dying In the bright and song-filled morn, The busy world outside denying Death, although my heart was torn. From weary lids the pent-up tears Poured down in cataracts of pain Remembering the joyous years And love I would not see again. The singing months return once more Their beauty burdening the skies As I look through a strange new door Seeking the untold mysteries. The chapters of our lives are filled With pages torn from Being's book When the beloved's voice is stilled And one is forced within to look, The inner wells of light to find, A peace no so

Silver Falcon O silver falcon soaring through earth's skies Marrying the lands of day and night Carrying souls towards far destinies, I watch the star-fields cast their gathered light Patterning a world of random chance – Or so it seems when I deny these eyes The deeper view that sees all happenstance Significant with occult mysteries. For through the dust of darkness that belies The mind's perception of a void of space, I see beyond the heavenly disguise The white beginnings of a godlike race.