God^s Design II.htm God's Design II To lift the sorrow of the world he came, Transmute to joy our suffering and pain, Fulfilled his mission quietly he left Preparing his return and luminous reign. Now slowly we discard the old ideas And remnants of the past to which we cling, Each stumble and each fall upon the path Prepare us for the soul-awakening That we, immortal, learning still to be, Abandon outworn thoughts of 'yours and mine' Become a river rushing to His sea And find in conscious matter God's design.

Homage to the Avatar All is sacred to the seeing soul And equal in the vision of the seer, The darkness no less perfect than the light For dark is light to one who draws all near. Division and duality rejoined By Him who knows the unity behind And labours silently the world to save Humanity its deeper truth to find. A Being of His origin aware, The Avatar whose healing grace is sown Among the wise and those in spirit poor And in the fields of hatred overgrown. Descending here into a world of pain Compassionate absorbs our grief and lust, Transmuting all by power and the Word, He who fashions Godhead from the dust.

The Reign of Love The aura of joy no longer fills my days But comes a stranger in a distant hour, An unexpected guest who rarely stays Beyond the falling of the briefest flower Or the passing zephyr's kiss as fleet As closely held remembrances of love, Or the poignant recollection of God's feet Moving wounded through the lives he wove Enchanted on the magic loom of space. Delight that once was mine ran deep and sure, Followed or led in all my reckless pace As from the jars of heaven grace would pour. I grew in wonderment, obeyed my soul, Mind and body followed in its wake, Before my searchlight eyes a presence stole Like moo

My Heart to Bliss Awake All semblance of the inner calm has fled And tears unbidden flow, I grieve the living and I grieve the dead And nothing do I know But loss of one who held my soul's esteem. Alone I suffer silently Robbed of light I do not rant or scream Or rail against indignity Of death, cessation of a divine bequeath, Departure of the bright and golden dream. I shall recall in lives to come her breath Slowing as recedes a drying stream Into the all-consuming sands of time, But O, the beauty of her eyes Blessing me with tenderness sublime Granting a glimpse of Paradise That ever in my heart I sha

Jungles of the Mind I walked in fetid jungles of the mind Where grief like strong lianas clung to me Engulfed in sorrow's swamps I could not find My path among this occult wizardry. Thorns of hate grew lushly there and tore The fabric of our human tapestry, Escape denied I heard the sudden roar Of anger rush like poisoned poetry Into my being as a blinding force Storming the guardians at the inner gate. Their havoc spent they left without remorse My calm dissolved in their malignant spate. All was not over yet, a noxious rain Poured down its deluge of pestilential greed, Malevolent to fill the world with pain Dousing the i

Within the Silent Vast Another day in the long adventure closed. We open to the mysteries of night On whose deep breast we have long reposed And do not fear, failing the inner sight, The beings who await us in our sleep. For always the protection guards and guides If ever in our hearts the name we keep. In the forefront of our consciousness abides The beauty of a still haunting face Whose smile brought heaven down to marry earth, Awoke the soul and set the heart apace To find the meaning of this long rebirth. Although predestined we must work to find In the darkness as in the quiet hours The Self behind the forefront of th

For Mary Helen Only the Roses The petals of her lips I shall recall, The crimson blush upon her rose-like cheeks, The sadness in her eyes at blossom-fall, Her depth of soul as only one who seeks Enchanted by the beauty singing through The earth she cherished in its blossoming And in its wintry white; all things she knew, Surrender and the mystic opening. Only the roses matched her peerless smile And the iris in its aristocracy Companioned her and flowers without guile Befriended her in silent ecstasy. As the new-born singer fledges from its nest Her soul now flown to Her has found its rest.

To Arnab The Brightness of Your Melodies Dazzling rays, gold on a lake of blue, And I standing in gardens shimmering bright Remembered in my sorrow worlds of joy Among the silver koi and lotuses. It was the brightness of your melodies That played amongst the children's laughter-song. I stayed enchanted long into the night And in my sleep heard again your strains Composer with the magic wonder-touch, Musician voicing overtones of bliss Who hears eternal strophes the angels sing Transcribing in our hearts their mantric odes. I walked again the meadows of my youth Mid fragrances once known, ethereal, Discoverin

From the Folds of Night Waves of heat wash over me, The shuddering body's chill warms Yet all is still a mystery, And life a spate of frenzied storms For I unwilling or perverse Turn from the spirit's ordained path Saddled by demon dreams or worse, Impatience and cruel self-wrath. I mark each day as season's spin Dividing time's relentless hours, In the dark and bleak within Pray to the divine powers. In the iron mesh of sorrow caught I miss the unity once found Among the saintly where I sought Solidity of spirit-ground. If peace in me cannot descend War will rage relentlessly The wrestle with night sha

Christmas Eve Opening gifts the children vary cries Of happiness with jealousy and tears, The rapid shifting moods of miseries And joys so different from those youthful years Now swiftly flown in life's pale evening glow; The warmth of love, the plenitude of grace When candles spoke a liturgy and snow Enveloped all the world in white embrace. To see the gifts beneath the fragrant tree, Lit only by the light of a speeding train, A season full of childhood's memory That never shall I see on earth again. Now all are gone to a dwelling place of rest And I seek still my soul to find, nor grieve For those who sleep at peace on heaven's b