The Evolution of the Psychic Fire The children – wisdom in their eyes unsealed, Though unaware of life, to death unknown Play at kings and castles, knights and steeds Laughing with their golden tresses blown In the upstart wind, faces flushed like wine, Laboured breath as they fall upon the ground. No child's play this, there is a meaning hid In every game, in every child-like sound. The wise who see the spirit not the form Can trace with inner eye the soul's advance, The evolution of the psychic fire Through births unnumbered, in a second's glance, In callow youth see diviner man, The potentialities that in hi

The Full Illumination of the Soul Fitful rest as on these weary eyes Sleep passes over as a drifting cloud To linger only moments then the skies Are clear again and I am not allowed To enter those revivifying streams, And yet my spirit gains a certain peace Focused on a thought more real than dreams, Knows its destined journey will not cease Until the dawn for which it came is seen. The baggage of the mind must be disposed, The body learn to bear the light of change, For all must open that now is locked or closed And the sun of all our being rearrange These satellites in orbits of their own, Harness their universal energies

Live to Conquer Death When the black curtains of the night are drawn And the golden charioteer is seen no more I sail across the straits of sleep to find That other world of light whose silver door Inscribed with invitation to the soul Welcomes me as traveller and friend, To leave the little realm of life behind And gaze on diamond galaxies that wend Their way unerringly through vasts of space, To look upon this glory without end As a million suns vanish without trace, To know that all our stars have been ordained And then to see once more this blue-green earth Whirling through the darkest depths unstained And realize how small our dea

The Reign of Evil Ends April 8, 2011 Now the darkness fast descends, On earth the broken bodies lie Terrorism takes its toll Beneath an ever watchful eye That sees and knows and sanctions all Till evil from our hearts is gone And lifted is death's sombre pall, The Light of Truth on earth is won And the reign of evil ends.

In That Flaming Instant As a child alone on a hilltop boldly stands Believing he has conquered earth and sky, I was certain of my future's brilliant plans Filled with a vision of immortality. Yet even in my youth's most carefree hours Counsel I sought among the realized few Drawn to their inner strength and hidden powers Deeply I drank at their wisdom's fount and drew The sustenance of spirit to survive The arduous emergence of my soul. All that was given me I sought to give, For music sang in me, my life, my goal. I was called as the sea to the waiting shore Like earth beguiled by the waxing moon And knew the forest's

Two Strangers There is a stranger cowled in robes of dusk Familiar yet unknown who follows me, In the unguarded moments I lean to hear His whisper and his treacherous advice. He is the accompanist of our darker songs Sweet with sorrow, longing and desire. Lately he waits in alcoves of the mind For a too-great light impedes his lethal steps. There is a stranger known and yet unknown Who guides the rapid progress of the soul. I have seen him in the vastnesses of space And in a secret chamber of the heart. Though rare are his appearances in life My soul he takes on journeys beyond time, Without him I am but an empty husk Drifting in the fi

From Inward Depths A wanderer along life's rushing streams Seeking for his soul's identity, A solitary gatherer of dreams Pacing the world for the new epiphany. In the restless late-night musing of the mind He walks through furrows worn and oft-tilled fields Picking through abandoned husks to find A kernel or two of life's meagre yields, Then seeks for silence in an inner plain Of calm whose pools reflect a brighter light Than sun can give when from the dark domain Takes up his throne the dark king of night, Or when the restless vital self below Rises up to urge the heart's ascent And passion rules, he would attempt to go

He Who Lights The Pillars of the Skies Who is this beloved who causes me to weep Hardly having gazed into her eyes Or touched her face or kissed her dove-white feet? A vision fugitive before me flies, I cannot see the person for the dream, And all the world is filled with memories Of one who came to me on that dark night, One whose bearing spoke of death's demise And dawns to come with amethystine skies. Is this she who once I saw in human dress Seated throned upon a golden dais? Those who would climb above the world's duress No sincerity of soul her love denies, The Mother of all lives, Creatrix, She And He who lights

Seal Up My Eyes Seal up my eyes in sleep That I may dream again Of woodland fays mid mosses Fair in that deep glen. Seal up my lips in silence, No sound allow these feet For in this mystic moment All Nature is complete. Seal up my heart to sorrow And open again the gates Of love that each tomorrow Joy designates.

Seeking March 23, 2012 We seek for safety nets yet search in vain For certainty in an uncertain world, From sorrow's grip released return again To aching memories of grief's recalled. Yet something there is in us that strives to find Meaning in the emptiness of days, Escape from television's hypnotic eye And puerile ads that batter beleaguered mind Promising fulfilment of desire, Or music that invites the vital rise And overwhelms the spirit with its claims. Satiety would prod us for still more And yearns for danger and the passing