Wind-Song O, thou gentle wind Who wakes the buds of spring And spills on earth the sweet perfume That Heaven's flowers bring, Caress the winter's fields To fragrant blossoming, With zephyr harmonies benign Make the lyres sing. O fierce wind of the west Blow our sins away Soothe the torn earth's troubled breast With healing breeze, we pray. Thy violent storms abate Thy gales of anger cease All human error dissipate In thy soothing air of peace.

Inconceivable Delight I wept when autumn fled the barren fields And yet again at winter's solemn close, But Spring outdistanced me, I could not hold The beauty of the cherry and the rose. I sang when I caught hold of summer's feet Passing through the garden of my soul, Her flowered prints so manifold and sweet Across my earth-hewn body gently stole. I leapt with joy when Nature took my hand And led me through her golden sunlight's door, Her mysteries that I might understand Divulged, and beauty

The Vales of Paradise I would tell you of the wonders that the earth has shown to me Of the trilling of a meadowlark or cosmic symphony, The stirring of the conscious soil, the planting of a seed Or the harvest of the inner fields, the psychic being's mead And the fragrance when the soul departs to find its homing tree, All these and more my songs of life and love would sing to thee. I could tell you tales of mountains and the silence I have known In the hush of orange sunset when the birds have lately flown, Of the sweetness of the lily and the magic of the rose And all my youth's and manhood's joys and trials I would disclose Or tell you tales of

Inner City Streets On inner city streets that reeked of wine A fear crept like a sudden winter's chill Knifing swiftly through the public spine And severing hope, immobilized the will. Downcast faces turned towards the dust Lost in the detritus of despair All joy of life expunged, all human trust Dispersed within that claustrophobic air. The hopeless, the abandoned and distraught Viewed all life as vain hypocrisy, A meaningless error by some enigma wrought Or God abandoning humanity. And with the stench of fear a hatred brewed Like a poisoned draught from some magician's spell, A venomous and seething anger spewed From

Memories to Slay I remember little now of major things, At work within the body and the head, In the garden where the love-struck sparrow sings And the places that we marked for those long dead Companions of our lives who loved us once When all our days held promises so bright. As drifting clouds the slowly passing months Of reverie and muse saw our delight. Far now those faintly luminescent hours And love that could not die when death drew close To snatch the body as one gathers flowers, Towards the heights I cannot see, she rose. I hear the sounds of spring outside my door And sit in brief reflection and I long, Long with all

Northern Lights A blue mist hangs above these shores of time, As I walk in forests redolent of peat And onwards to the towering mountains climb, A voice of promise calls my homeward feet. The arches rustle greeting as I pass, My close companion the expectant air, The sea a mirror made of frozen glass A grey expanse, desolate and bare. The days are lit with a surreal light, One moves more slowly now with thoughtful pace As if the soul aware that fleeing night Shall soon reveal the mystic morning's face And dawn arrive to burn away all dark, The sky ablaze with spark on coloured spark.

Loss I entered a darkness greater than the night Where every facet of the will was shorn, The psychic moorings loosened in my plight I drifted in a trough of the forlorn. This vessel tossed upon a sea of strife Foundered on the shoals in its slow drift Towards the rock-strewn shores of other life, Closed to the force once known that could uplift The sinking of the soul, the gaping hole That rapier death inflicted with such stealth When he with merciless swiftness came and stole The light of days, the inner being's wealth, The treasure by which my spirit long had grown And left me half-completed and alone, A life to live less meaningful than

A Higher Law Obey Who sets the spheres to their elliptic dance Wakes now the spirit from its dreamlike trance, The mover of the worlds has moved my soul Who fashions diamonds from the hardened coal Now fashions us as once he scattered stars Among the worlds of gods and avatars To return the spirit to its native light, Life's fascination with the lures of night Rescind that we may find ere breath departs The sanctuary in our heart of hearts, Hold love so vast the wounded world embrace, Accelerate the transformation's pace. On silent feet he comes to his abode Divine takes up the heavy human load Of grief and pain that visits a

To Dream of Sages and of Seers In a forest wilderness where Nature dreams I mused awhile among the patient trees And listened to the music of her streams, In an incense-laden air suffused with peace. It was a land unscarred by human greed. Alone I wandered free and unafraid No pressing cares had I, no urgent need, In darkened groves that saw the sunlight fade. Heeding not the posted warning signs Mysterious enchantment lured my feet To a life that on a mother's breast reclines In a green creation bountiful and sweet. The Gods were there and I walked through the shade And moved in regions deep and unexplored, For

Choice To drown in hushed oblivion Or tear the walls of ignorance, Raze the vestiges of sense The inner healing to commence, Appeal to potent fire-gods To conflagrate the mortal past Release in cadence with the suns The spirit-power lone and vast, Or doom the sense-born to the rounds Of perfidy, the soul debase, Or secure the rock-torn, tattered self To God and all obscurity efface.