Haiku of Sorrow Now the soul Alone remains In the wreckage we call life. On the surface All is calm Within, a waterfall of tears. On the road A shadow looms, Ghost of dreams and past desires

Dream-Vision I saw you bride eternal on the stairs Connecting living forms to seeming death Descend in a translucency of blue. Almost a dress of powdered light I thought, Angelic yet the living form of you. So sweetly did you smile that I mistook The symbol self for the goddess that I knew And yet within and perhaps moving through I recognized a headdress and a look That fills the heavens of our solitude With radiance eternal, ever new. Why did you come to me my slumber cease, Or was it you or visionary dream, And why did I react with such unease And speak the pain-filled words my heart denies? It hurt my soul so deep the tears still

Weep, Weep, O World for Loss Now all the being seems to weep, Denying rest, disturbing sleep Weeps for loss of all the fair, Weeps for all that we must bear, Injustice, jealousy, deceit Apathy of the vain elite, Revolution, war and death Inhaled with every painful breath. Loss of joy and loss of peace, A world of noise that will not cease, Angry rap, incessant beat Tread of the demon's stealthy feet. Love abandoned, friendship dead Deprived of our daily bread, Violence of the mind-numbed mass, Hatred spilled from every class, Greed and power hand in hand, A crippled mind that cannot

Among the Lilies Singing And suddenly all seems a darkness, The flickering light of mind gone out, Rushing of angry voices, a stream Of negatives confront the being. Who is this I ask who speaks From my mouth, with my tongue, Lashing out, frustrate, spent, Blind in a blinded world. Peace and the heart's delight have fled Across the borders of the soul, No sanctuary remains for one Besieged by grief and torn by death. The old oak stands shorn of limbs And I companionless stand by, Its blackened trunk where borers feast Once stood so strong and resolute No gale could tear away a branch, No force gain entry t

Recognize Eternity Again The petals of the heart are stained with grief As autumn's chill the bright and tainted leaf Once vibrant now falls listlessly to earth. Is there but one account of human worth Or does the soul return upon the spring, Its instrument the body made to sing And dance the long dance upon the grave Of doubt, desire and all that would enslave, To repeat no more the trite and

The Farthest Shore Sweetness of the earth we long to reap, Pleasure pursued in exuberance of youth The grand distractions lulling us to sleep, Fair and gentle womanhood to soothe, And labour in the timeless fields of fate; Emotions to explore, to joy, to grieve To build an image men might celebrate, Our name acknowledged that we may achieve Some sense of Being before the final night. Time to taste the ripened fruit and sip The soma of an endless world's delight, And rushing forwards blindly lest we trip Embrace this life and court diversity Of thought, experience and body's need. Recalling late the occult mystery Befor

Our Soul^s Delight.htm For Mary Helen Our Soul's Delight And suddenly I saw you standing there As through the stained glass windows slanted light Fell on your sari wove of heaven's blue And in a moment's dawning glance I knew That in this troubled world there lived delight, An unspoiled joy which both our souls would share As we together in consecration moved Through the seasons of the earth so deeply loved And laboured in a strange and distant air, Bounteous and beautiful and bright, And grew aware half consciously at first Of Godhead's call and spirit's heightened thirst. Though from the body's pain your soul has flown And carried with it som

We Must Press On Winter is gone; the green moves as a tide Racing towards the altar of the Spring The budding year approaches as a bride And choirs in their feathered brilliance sing. If in my soul a sorrow still resides For one who was all seasons to my heart The knowledge of a greater Spring abides And I am left to seek that higher part, Fulfil the destiny that is my call Nor linger long with memories of grief. We must press on, the spirit cannot fall, To own the light is our sole relief. This day with God's own fire animate This breathing life with heavenly nectar sate.

Songs of an Immortal Ecstasy 7/6/03 In the small loft that held the Russian choir Unaccompanied by instruments we sang Harmonies that made the heart suspire And bodies vibrate as the great bells rang. It was here in this orthodox retreat Unknowing I had first Darshan of thy face, Though ignorant knelt before her feet, The blessed virgin Mary full of grace. I knew not then that thou and she are one, What force or fate drew me to this room Of God, the soul's discovery begun Amid the solemn icons and the gloom

The Saviour Name A dark phantasmagorist haunts our dreams And urges us to stay our flight awhile Cajoling with desires great and small Pampers the little ego with its guile Or fuels the demon energies of lust. It enters as we stray in vital realms, Prurient tape-loop of carnality And often the struggling soul overwhelms. Sink not spirit to that siren place Heed not the voice alluring to befriend, A stealthy treacherous song it sings to thee And swiftly will contrive thy being's end. Wake not subhuman entities from sleep Who toy with man as in a children's game Turn always to the light that in thee burns Repeating all thy