The Master Helmsman As a ship ploughs slowly through a starless night So must the soul voyaging through time Confront the darkness in this outer hull, Its driven engine pushing through the seas Of being and becoming, unaware At birth yet seeking though the storm of years Through waves of doubt upon a tossing main To reach a shore beyond the ocean swell Of failure and accomplishment and death, To harbour in the realms of the Divine. The unconscious is a fathomless abyss Unable to be plumbed by mortal mind That rudderless cannot reach the lands Of sunlit calm that open to the seer. Our nature must align with greater stars, We must penetrat

Put Old Memories to Sleep The future calls us but the past Still whispers softly in our ears, Earthly joys and sorrows last, And rivers fill with human tears. Each dawn brings precious gifts to reap, The dream impossible made true And yet within my heart I keep Pained remembrances of you. I hear the inner being call, "No longer in your grief do weep, Chase the demons from your soul And put old memories to sleep."

Born of Light Out of the dark night of the soul once more I breathe beyond that penitential air And far above the clouded mind I soar To regions beautiful beyond compare, The silent places where the being heals And tempered in the hearth the sword of will Wields the truth-word as the morning steals Across the spirit's landscape, calm and still. We must recall the path that led us here, Right attitude allowing grace to flow, Acknowledging light, extinguishing all fear, Accepting that something has our souls in tow. Through consecration surely we shall Know We are born of light and into light we go.

My God My god is the god of music Te beautiful One who sings And plays his tunes so lovingly Upon my spirit's strings. My god is a flower god Sprinkling the earth with hues And fragrances immemorial That sadly we abuse. My god is poetry Who willingly descends Into the hearts and minds of men, Our littleness transcends.

To Sail Towards the Fires of Dawn Is it true that we can only write Of things we have experienced, Is it not possible that we Were here before the world commenced? If an ancient tree from tiny seed Was witness to the changing age Might we not see through inner eyes The visions of the seer and sage? And yet we live with blinders on Favouring the narrow view Fearing unknown foreign lands We leave the harbours that we knew To venture on uncharted seas, Depart the island-nature's home To sail towards the fires of dawn Where the soul in us may freely roam.

In the Soul's Embrace These woods, these trees, these clover-scented fields, The ancient stones on pathways I have trod All sing to me as all my being yields, The humble weed with hidden bloom, the sod So cool and lush that springs beneath my feet, The faces of the once-thought faceless mass In whom I see divinity replete And see myself as in a mirrored glass, Reflecting light that glows from deeper seas Of self that lie concealed in matter's masks, The love that waits its ultimate release And only our sincerity it asks To blossom forth in splendour as the dawn This earth to make the paramour of light And we in bodies beaut

In Every Passing Smile Today will be the same as yesterday, No monumental change perceptible. I shall work for work is all I've known Then look at my new rose and contemplate - Could anything be more perfect than the rose? I saw an Arab child of fifteen months Who smiled at me and in his jet black eyes Held beauty and the wisdom of the rose And everywhere I went I looked in eyes And found in them a meaning like the rose, So many lives, so many souls on earth Choosing to undergo the trials of birth And the progressive evolution of the soul. Heaven must be jealous that they prefer Struggle and death and the cycles of rebirth To angels

Lullaby Close your eyes my lovely one Dive into your world of dream Sleep till night and dark are done Then wake upon the golden stream Of light that fills your little room. Rest now while I sing of kings And angels that dispel all gloom And princesses with silver wings To fly above this world of tears. I cannot follow where you go For time has stolen childhood's years Though this my precious one I know, You are the promise and the sign My treasure and my gift divine.

Surrender and Sincerity Through All Let not this body fail before its time Nor I grow old forgetting why I came, Before me rear the mountains I must climb And the untoward desires I must tame. Let me remember those who blazed the path That hardly I have followed on my way, Calm this heart, the surging seas of wrath, Impatient mind that often rules the day. Lead thou my soul towards the fields of peace Let me not rest unduly, nor let me fall, I ask of thee but two things to increase, Surrender and sincerity through all.

Divine in Mortal Garb To see the inner working hidden here, To be alive to all created things Accepting without repulsion all that is, Unmoved by the upheavals of the earth And the interplay of birth and life and death, To love without desire or demand To give without regard for recompense, To labour not for self but the ideal Of work as dedicated offering In consecrated service to the One Who dwells within yet lives without, above The clash of ego wills and evil deeds, Calm above our days his blessings flow, Worlds on worlds created by His hand, Guide upon the way, divine in mortal garb.