Sometimes in Dream—Heron Rising.htm SOMETIMES IN DREAM—HERON RISING (Published in Mother India -October 2006) I saw her as the sun began to die, A slowly rising ribbon of feathered light The great wings flapping soundlessly and I Beneath the unfolding miracle of white. Sometimes in dream my soul has swiftly flown To heavens unvisited by mortal thought In silver vastnesses with God alone Where golden tapestries of life are wrought. And now the silence sings to me its songs The breezes whisper fragrantly a Name, A power of love to rectify all wrongs

Beyond the Credos Men Believe Is there a God of levity Who in the woodpecker's laugh delights, Fashions crows and minah birds Then makes us weep when song bursts forth From meadowlark and nightingale Exploding as they take the air? Is there a God so whimsical, Creator of the sloe-eyed deer Who then designed the stolid moose And built the mole to break through clay Then in His image sculpted man? In truth I do not believe it so. Perhaps a spark was placed within This creature of a thousand shapes Who cannot find his rightful form Yet glimpses through the sages eyes The beauty that is waiting there, Above our poetry and si

Home of Truth and Higher Man What is mortal that remains What residue of self exists When the body disappears? What is this arrogant too-full mind That thinks itself the wondrous All, This body with its endless needs This heart now wounded, now alive To love, to longing, never still, These lungs that with the final breath Collapse into the death of things. Where is the spirit hid in man, Does soul survive our brief time here Are we more than what we seem to be? Now the world erupts in war The tribes of man relentlessly Destroy that which they most fear, A brotherhood beyond all creeds A unity of differences, A onen

It Was Not Her Voice She said, 'You are no longer needed here', Her voice dismissive and her words like ice. I turned away towards emptiness, the pain Of failure was my soul's eternal price. It was a dream that came as day awoke, A haunting sorrow filled my weakened bones, I could not catch the vision in the ray, My mind was like a gravesite filled with stones. I wrote to her that all was emptiness Imploring her to fill my vacant mind But desire's will in me would not allow The promised boon silence can only find. And now my failure follows me by night, By day when I am merged in tree and flower, Wherever I go the shad

I Watch the Light I watch the light most tenderly caress, Not burning now but soft in early morn, The dogwoods in their gold and russet dress And nothing is distraught or left forlorn. It would seem that I in solitude am lone, No more the bright companion at my side Through whom the days so wonder-filled are flown And though the seasons change remains my bride. But now I feel a calling to relieve The soul that long has known the emptiness And years of greyness when the heart did grieve For one more smile or one last sweet caress. We must move on no longer chained to the past That stifles and would stay our soul's advance, Alwa

My God II My god is a god of sea and storm And cloud-racked skies and tidal waves A god of violence and wrath The One who kills and killing saves. My god is a god of the whirling dance The planets follow his lightning feet And stars and moons trip to his tunes Majestic, passionate and sweet. My god is a beautiful woman's smile, All tenderness and sweetest love And yet his masculinity Upholds the earth, the realms above, My god is a god of a hundred names And all the worlds his field of play, Whose presence dwells within each heart And shall be visible one day.

A Wealth of Bliss  November 25, 2006 Something, call it destiny or grace Unerringly leads me to my rightful place, I meet whom I am destined there to meet Along a dangerous or crowded street; Companioned by a vast protecting light I walk unharmed, untouched in darkest night. Enveloping arms surround me and I sense A beauty yet unseen; as I walk through dense And threatening forests that our lives' surround A wealth of bliss to fill my soul is found.

Upon an Undiscovered Plane I held you against the world till time dissolved And we stood upon an undiscovered plane Looking towards light when first the fires of dawn Appeared to us and we heard the haunting strain Of a melody unsung on earth before. We saw emerging as from a chrysalis The transformation of all we thought we knew; The commonplace became miraculous, The ugly bore a beauty vast and pure, Radiant bodies moved in sheer delight Across the landscape of the soul's desire. Almost too brilliant for our earthly sight We stood enraptured in a magic hour Unwilling to break the silence of the place, For words coul

March Towards the Truth The integument of our mortality Is a subtle sheath encompassing the form, A protecting envelope, a shield against The entities and forces that attack And seek to pierce the body or the mind. A bastion of Self-defence they guard and stay The lesser gods that would annihilate Or take delight in human suffering. The trials are real, affecting mind and mood. This world seems poised for great catastrophe Upon the brink of yet another fall Into the oblivion of ages past, Destruction visited upon all forms The life-force gone, the earth in stillness lay And yet survived; she is the chosen home Of destiny, the dwelli

Companion of the Upward Way With the turning of her head, The evocation of her sighs The signals of eternity Appeared as diamonds in her eyes. She walked so gently on the earth Spoke softly in her dulcet tones, In silence sang of beauty's light That falls on men yet no man owns, Of sweetness known when love is pure And music vibrant in the air Descending in receptive hearts Anointing spirits joined in prayer, Of joy that rises from the soul When truth within the self is found, The peace that reigns as mind is calmed And body from its chains unbound. I lived through many lives with her, Companion of the upward way, Chil