For Chali Mother of Bliss and Sweetness She watches them sleep in the warm Indian night. Aware of ancient memories she dreams And sometimes holds their bodies close to hers Recalling the mystical birth that flowed in streams Of joyous agony that brought them forth And wonders at the light in new-born things, The infant grip that fiercely holds to life And the marvel-signs of conscious awakenings. These angelic lives upon her breast her life, Her love encompassing her children grows To vast dimensions, matriarch of space, Parent of divinity she flows Towards all sacred forms and would embrace The worlds wi

White Eternal Hour The season of Chrysanthemum's arrives And the long languorous days of autumn gold. I still cannot recall my former lives Yet in my body feel the ancient cold Creep in when wintry sun is slow to wake Who slowly stills the ardour of his fires. But this I know my present life remake I must and soon before the spirit tires Of lassitude of will that stays the stress Of beauty pressing down and all the power Preparing to descend in earthly dress And love that waits its white eternal hour.

Great Blue Heron Today the Great Blue Heron stood Master of stealth by the near wood On a grey day in misty light Appearing in silence; his plumaged sight Aroused the heart to sudden bliss And all of Nature seemed a kiss Upon the sombre soul of man To wake to the wisdom of a plan Exceeding thought, exceeding mind, To beauty breaking on the blind And narrow view we hold within, To mystic vision and life begin Anew and soul a deeper view Afford and greatness touch the few Who dare to exit ego's home On this green patch of rock and loam, Awakened from the dull finite In every presence catch delight, In every atom feel

When Truth is Won Farewell beloved, in solitude you rest Preparing for a future none can see But God who watches silently our quest And laughs in tears at our disharmony. Was ever a world more blessed that turns away From beauty seeking violence instead. Greed and retribution rule the day, The living less attended than the dead. How loud the acts of man on earth appear, His dark derision in the face of love, Deaf to the inspired word of sage and seer. Mesmerized by war we cannot move From television's coverage of hate And the hypnosis of calamity. On pain and loss and others' grief we sate Enamoured of our mediocrity,

Body Experience The body feels a force of dissonance And dissolution tearing it apart. How swiftly flown the spirit's golden stance As if a snow-white dove escaped the heart And will subservient to death's decree Slowly succumbed and prayer alone could hold The cells from spinning towards entropy And being into chaos crash and fold Upon itself as a black hole in space. To leap across the chasm of our pain, To feel again the subtle rain of grace And know that Death the helper shall remain Until the transformation has begun, The body an expression of the light, Its form a fluid movement of the One, Transparent as the day is to t

The Choral Odes of AUM This is the glory of the waking Spring When from a seeming death that is but sleep The year returns in fruitful blossoming With beauty that makes the envious Heaven's weep. Flowers burst through the still half-frozen crust With a force beyond proportion to their size In an exuberant and joyous thrust To see yet one more burning dawn arise. But now comes winter and the frost appears In sparkling fairy landscapes edged with rime, The rose whose petals droop with dewy tears In a deathless moment of eternal time. My labour done, the garden surely blessed All struggles and successes memories Recurring in

We Bow to Thee, O Queen Although the world in its chaotic haste Thy precious gifts reject and would abuse, Hurrying to destroy and to lay waste Brother, kin, the Power to misuse, Acknowledging our human frailty Eternity within our bodies lies. Towards the absolute necessity The psychic cognizant of deeper ties Begins to stir and consciousness to leap Hearing the timeless call of the Divine, And waking from its mesmerizing sleep Catches here a glimpse and there a sign. Though few now sing to Thee as a pilgrim choir Music that is a flowering of soul, Or weave Thee garlands of song, hearts still aspire, And harps of human

All Questions and All Answers O darkness in whose bosom now I dwell, I cherish thee as God the flame and light. I have tasted heaven, seen the face of hell And glimpsed the One in lonely fields of night. I seek no longer transitory peace Or breaking of the chains that hold me fast Or even that this sorrow soon may cease And Joy my soul's companion find at last – I only ask that gratitude may be Settled in sleep, in waking fill my mind What else might ask that thou did not foresee What treasure lost that I shall never find? All questions and all answers in thee lie Wherein resides my spirit's destiny.

In the Chaliced Heart I saw a rose upon the verge of space Unfolding timeless petals to the sun, So must we turn towards that source of grace Our spirit's light-filled offering begun. A rose of God ablaze above my brow In uttermost simplicity bequeaths Exquisite fragrances I long to know, Her secret charm that all my world enwreathes. O Rose that monarchs in their majesty Are humbled in thy sight and seek tolearn Perfection's form, imprint of Deity, What fire in thy calyces doth burn? Now we must grow surrendered as the rose, And in the chaliced heart our love disclose.

Unseen Presence What unseen presence visited this home And in the rubble courtyards of the mind Cleared a space for silence and for calm And in its wake left spotless hallowed rooms? Who has descended in the darkened cave To bring illumination and surcease Of darkling moods and runnels of desire? Is it Thou to whom the heart has called And soul has seen beyond the bars of time That flowers bloom where once were barren fields And music with a thousand voices lifts To new dimensions prayer and gratitude. Have all known channels coalesced to one Great river of an aspiration's flow Or the fire kindled raised to towering flame? Eyes that held th