Five Haiku Autumn comes With welcome chill, The leaves begin their fire-dance. Returning late The orange moon Guides my singing silver wheels. A stillness comes Into the room Wind and rain are banished here. Nectar gone The hummingbird Reluctantly turns back towards home. Rain at last, The dying plants Drink deep and leap towards life again. --------------- Note: I have adapted the Haiku that comes to me in English as per my inner guidance, The first and second lines, two beats per line, the third line, four beats.

Out of the Prison of our Narrowness I see beauty where the world sees dust And truth beyond the falsehoods we employ, Misgiving melting in the arms of trust Pain and suffering transformed to joy. I see the breaking of the ego-shell That gave us strength and formed identity But now confines us in a corporeal cell And keeps us other than we ought to be. I see peace descending on the battlefield The warring tribes of man subdued at last By a force so powerful that hate must yield To love or humankind will not last. I see a light in the heart of every child The beauty and strength of women leading us Towards a Tr

Journey Interrupted I keep myself from thinking about her Busy with my hands, the touch of things, The tactile universe above, beneath, And the passing joy of solitary Springs. The soil, my mother, filters through my hands, The daffodils and fragrant peonies Resplendent in a deep cerulean sky, All the earth is vibrant yet at ease. If I do not work the mind takes me down, Down into the caverns of the night, At times it is almost folly to resist, But one must stand and face the foe and fight. A journey interrupted by the past So many lives compressed into an hour Or the second when the choice is to be made, The abyss or trut

God Within to Find This frontal being, this mask of Man cares not To surrender its desires or its needs, Its memories upon which sorrow feeds, Acquiescing to its fate; its chosen lot A minor role in life's evolving play Accepts that nothing by his will can change, Sees his fellow man, a creature strange, Half-beast who can without compunction slay, Or a thinking animal upon the heights Whose wisdom alters not mankind's demise Yet feels at times in him a heart that cries Or lurking in his depths strange delights That seem to him native to his kind, A peace no adverse force can overturn, A hope, a joy for which the ages yearn A second sig

Come to Me in Vision or in Dream Far now from me the smile that lit your face, Enchanting eyes, a body built by grace Oh, if I could find your spirit's resting place – Come to me in vision or in dream, The days are filled with beauty but I seem To wander aimlessly upon a stream Of memories and I have lost my way Among the stinging sorrows of the day, Unwelcome habitat in which I stray. Work is but the body's brief release, The mind not stilled, the heart robbed of its peace Relentless age steals on me with such ease And daily with its trials I am beset But death seems far and we have often met. I need more time to pay my bei

The Gatherer I gathered hemlocks in the forest's shade Sprouting from the stumps of long-dead trees, I gathered lovers but I left them all For one who called me and my soul did seize. I gathered berries in my carefree days Delighting in the seasons of my youth But a persistent pain dwelt in my heart That only One in all the earth could soothe. I gathered memories and held them close, Remembered as the years tolled on, the dead, And walked between the hills of grief and joy Resisting the road of light that lay ahead. I gathered poems and music from the air Descending from a height to me unknown, My family gone, my bride a spirit-bi

Fragrant in the Fragrant Air Take these words my child and go Unfaltering upon your way, I bless you with these final words Be truthful to your soul each day. Daughter who loved me not, grieve not For I have lived ten thousand hours Now at peace with world and men My body shall bring forth bright flowers That all these years my hands did tend. For me there is no lasting sorrow Who have loved the earth and shared its tears Though I may live to see the morrow Soon the body shall resign Its clay to Matter's thorough care Gentle in the evening's glow, Fragrant in the fragrant air.

Radiant Mother of the Universe In the winter of my adolescent years I wandered in the labyrinth of mind Mid texts and histories and mouldy thought Dead a thousand galaxies ago. The orb of life now grown weak and pale, Hanging in a disappearing sky Held no more solace for my burning soul, My destiny lay far beyond these shores. Immortality like a rock once climbed Was higher to heaven than my spirit could soar, I fell back from youth and arrogance Wishing to be other than I was. When the springtime of my seeking came I fled the sacred country of my birth On ships that foundered in torrential seas Marooned in th

The Soul's Unshakable Certitude.htm The Soul's Unshakable Certitude Carrying my soul on his great wings The Bird of Splendour out of Paradise Takes me where the ethereal choir sings, Where all the sorrow life harbours flies, And pain and grief in the lap of joy find rest. Protected as I travel through the years I am at peace, my arms around his breast, Enraptured as the blessed vision nears. This then the quest, the mantle of the mind Must be thrown off, the vital self subdued, For in this rarefied atmosphere I'll find The eternal soul's unshakable certitude.

To Realize His Dream I touched the earth and felt among her flowers Their silent aspiration for the light, With lifted head towards Creator skies Renounced all darkness and with inner sight Looked on life with wonder and perceived The unity that lies behind discord, A field divine where we enact the play As actors in the drama of the Lord. I saw as in a magic looking glass The sorrow and the pain upon man's face And caught the joy that lingers just behind The appearance of his errant, stumbling pace. I saw the thread that joins disparate lives Felt every stranger as a part of me And every act within this cosmic scene A fragment of