Rain Haiku 8/23/06 Cloud-racked sky Black and grey Cleanse me with your silver rain.

Sing Ye Peoples What songs there are unsung I do not know, There is music other than this world of ours, Angelic voices sing to men below. The hymns of galaxies from distant stars. I have heard their harmonies in briefest strains Choral odes that all the earth can heal, Its sorrow, madness and its fiercest pains If the soul's doors open and the heart could feel The first delight that formed this world of woe So bitter now and yet so passing sweet, The light from which we came, to which we go The Spirit greater by the mind's defeat. Sing ye peoples call the music down, Immortality and joy the destined crown.

In the Transforming Light At once we felt a certain force descend That touched upon disciples seated there, As if a great-winged bird of Paradise Descended from a far supernal air. In the simple light of evening we endured The power and the plenitude of Grace And blessings that in sacred stillness wrapped The yearning soul and brightened every face. All with an inner radiance shone, a glow, A warmth and sweetness born of one desire, To live forever in that atmosphere That fills our lives and lifts us ever higher. With the acquiescence of the vital force And with the heart's consent, the body's cells From the chains of our mortality

Knowledge of the Soul I too have seen the darkened resident Encompassing the soul in mortal beings, Have felt the lash, the sting of wounding words The anger rising from the wells of hate To flood all living things with toxic waste; But I have seen the light in women's eyes The strength of purpose and the truth in men, Unconquered joy in poverty's despair And children laughing through the world's disgrace. I know that there shall come a lasting peace Though only now Evil's face is seen, For we shall overcome the limiting mind, The lust that spent is never satisfied, The need to dominate, the endless greed – All shall be changed as dark

The Empty Chalice I have built a warming fire in my heart As winter sends his greetings to the trees, My late chrysanthemums arrive in joy Camellias in sculptured beauty blossom forth. Though I grow old in human years I pray For many more my youthful self to learn The undiscovered continents of mind To be revealed in the silence of the soul. Today was an extraordinary day. For the first time I became aware Of the enchanting fragrance of magnolia wood And the tenaciousness of a certain weed Among the iris singing by the lake. What is yet to come is a glory wrapped and sealed, Almost invisible to the outer eye, Revealed in beauty to the one

A Silent Moment of the Soul I have stilled the restless beating of the heart, Content to be the empty vase that waits Upon the flowers' blessing, wanting naught But in a consecrated stillness stand Alone in rooms of memory and bliss. Now is a time of gathering and calm No sound of inner music can be heard, No song leaps forth from lips that lived to sing, All seems a silent moment of the soul When only prayer and gratitude abide The emptiness of self that cannot hear The temple bell nor see the breaking light Fill the faint horizon of the world.

The Source of Our Divinity I see a child sitting by the road As deafening mortars shatter nearby trees, His body shaking as the bombs explode, His matchstick arms clasped around his knees. In the still hour when night begins to fold Upon itself and half the world asleep, When rain and flood and misery and cold Through town and village, mind and body seep I walk among the grieving things of earth Aware that all the world is fraught with grief, Of magic and mystery there is no dearth And beauty shakes me like a falling leaf. Peering through the looking-glass of mind I watch my father young with energy And boundless will

Garden of Divine Design What must I do this mystical morn When all the stars are put to sleep? Nothing am I but a gardener Who tills life's soil wide and deep. What must I plant in this new moon-phase When all the stars begin to weep At the loss of night and breaking day When the sudden sun takes his great leap? What must I harvest in the waning year When all the fruits with ripened glow Await the hand that tended them Who worked the earth with rake and hoe? I must tend the garden of my unseen soul This living clay the seed prepare For a garden of divine design And greet the Mother seated there.

From Night's Dominion Her image in my breast I've worn Though blind because with mortal eyes I saw not Her who lit the stars And spun a thousand galaxies Across the nebulae of space, Descended here in hardened hearts To break the forged chains of hate Reclaim the beauty man distorts, Shatter the iron doors of fate. The world in chaos calls in pain Racked with terror, ruin and rage Seeking solace to regain Entering the golden age, To lead this blind and driven race From night's dominion to God's morn.

Go Deeper Still Let me go now silent Master To the world of peace and calm, Vision fails and the hereafter Beckons with its promised balm. Let me go now from disaster And the holocaust of sin I could not find what I sought after Incompetent to look within. Let me rest upon your bosom Mother of the universe My work is over, the total sum A looming negative, or worse. Let me go now Lord and Master Through the darkened realms of space Hold me closely, wing me faster, Once again to see Her face. "Patience, courage is My counsel I am with you, blessings flow Strengthening your inner will, Outside of me you cannot