Supramental Rain We seldom see the threads of former lives Or those that move us now as marionettes Upon our moral stage the past survives And from the ancient towers and parapets Looks down upon the folly and falsity Rampant in this carnival of time. But through the human haze and density The future presses urging us to climb Above the puppet self we know as man. There is a silver thread among the skeins Of fate unravelling that weaves a plan And through our pain and pleasure stillsustains A vision of a conscious soul divine, Hidden as the larva in its cocoon, Transforming silently, no outward sign Betrays the mighty form wi

A Grace on Which I Meditate My eyes to new horizons must define The spirit's journey bordering the light, Alone to see the symbol and the sign And climb from height to far advancing height. Hardly has the journey of soul begun Companionless and silent now I wait Cognizant of battles lost and won, The past a grace on which I meditate. The future's offering I must prepare Live in the moment conscious of Her love Who holds my soul in Her sweet, tender care. Determined now towards His feet I move And all my life a consecration's rite, By Her I live, in Her is my delight.

Word of Life Now have I come to the calming hour, Sleep is not here nor the restlessness Of mind and vital vying for the power To dominate the body consciousness. There is a partial peace, a quiet turn To higher thought and deeper reverie Assessing that of which we still must learn And having learned must then learn to be. Some say this yoga is the easiest, A simple offering is all we need, But ploughing of the ground is the real test And the careful nurturing of spirit-seed. This is not the process of a single day But a slow revealing through the years Of all we are within and what we may By Grace become transcending mortal sphe

Beyond This Life^s Antipodes.htm Beyond This Life's Antipodes Embrace me earth who walks amongst your trees, I ask no more than intimate repose Upon your emerald breast a moment's ease For psychic wounds that are so slow to close. In the hushed magnificence of leaf and bloom You speak to me of happiness regained. From winter's sleep awakes the verdant groom To wed the Bride of purity unstained. In every petal-glow her radiance That heals the human heart's great tragedies Addresses the soul through coloured eloquence To seek beyond this life's antipodes The One for whom we suffered birth to find, To Him alone the aim of life consigned.

Defeat An Empty Shibboleth She is gone, the song within me stilled Leaf fall and life fall I retreat To inner silences, the year is killed That once had lived while she on soundless feet Walks above the brilliant tiers of space. Man is a mystery mask apparelled in skin, Structured bone beneath an aging face A starting point for spirit to begin The exploration of its divinity. In a changing dress the soul comes and goes, Awaking as a conscious entity Suffers birth and death and all our worldly woes To fill the body-mind with greater breath Drawn from the wells of wonder and belief That knows defeat an empty shibboleth

Presence of the Rose Come near to me beloved rose of peace That I may draw a greater strength from thee, Countless battles I have won with ease But now the dark foreboding troubles me. Peering into night my way to find, Blinded not by light nor void but pain I trudge the treacherous quicksand of the mind Unknowing if my soul shall rise again. Aware compassionate presences are near, The star of faith my succour and my guide, What thunder crash of adversity to fear With the protecting angels by my side. A day is near when love all wounds shall close And in my heart the Presence of the Rose.

God From the Shadows Hanging on the cross in agony Writhing with the pain of our deceit, God from the shadows smiling looks on us Forgiving of our terrible defeat. Maintaining animosity in war And treachery in times of halting peace The life-blood of humanity is shed And never will the reign of sorrow cease While clothed in ego's vestments we resist The call to truth that sounds within the soul From lower nature's impulses desist Aspire for the sacramental goal, Add our voice to choruses of light When all is stilled and ego-self retires, Revoke the dire compact with the night And dance upon the grave of our desires.

Secure Against All Storms A maelstrom of unbidden memories Engulfs my waking hours and my sleep Is troubled by the violence of seas That inundate and massive waves that leap Upon the unsuspecting heart at will. Only the sacred name keeps me afloat In turbid waters that hold me captive still. Against the winds of death a tattered coat Of prayer is my protection in the vast Ocean of instability where tides Of grief would swamp me now that love has passed Beyond the realms of life and God abides Silent with a veil upon His face. In this fragile craft I ply my destiny Seeking through fog that mystic island place; Secure

Upon the Golden Stair Now blue day is but a memory Sequestered in an anteroom of mind, For night has spread her darkness stealthily And we through labyrinthine byways wind Supported by a faith that dawn will come And once again our mortal eyes shall see The pathway for the seekers' journey home, Averting the nocturnal treachery Of beings that await the silent hour When the watchman sleeps and thought is laid to rest. It is the time of an abysmal power That haunts men's' souls, seeking the depressed, The lonely, the demonic and the weak And poignant ones who live in sorrow draped, When evil forces on the unjust wreak Misf

Journey Scarce Begun - The Soul^s Dark Night Revisited.htm Journey Scarce Begun: The Soul's Dark Night Revisited How easily the denizens of doubt Gain entry to the all-receptive brain Or when the body weakened or worn out Acquiesces sullenly in pain Suddenly we cannot recognize The entity that slyly casts its spell; Our soul's resistance gone, the light denies, This foul and frequent visitor from hell. Thoughts too dark, words too vile to speak Come rushing past our lips; amazed We hear a voice that is our own and wreak Self-destruction in tortured moments crazed,