What is Important What is important is never to forget That an unspeakable grace upholds the world And we are cogs in the immensity Of the Wheel, it only turns by us, But always to remember gratitude To one who steers our course among the stars. He peoples the skies with haloes of his light And fills each hollow with the breath of life. For me the mystery too deep to sound Is a gold hawk brushing my head with its wings Or iridescent drakes befriending me Who sleep secure not three feet from my door, The fragrances that immortalize my days The warmth of greeting

How Many Flowers A thing so indescribable is caught Beyond the fishing net we know as mind, A look, a touch, a light within the eyes Of one familiar or in passing strange. We see outside ourselves but look within. Music is a vocabulary of soul, All dance is spirit reveling in joy And poetry the distillation of love. We have travelled far from where our quest began But farther still the goal we cannot see. How many flowers we have yet to grow.

Decrypt The Complex Code Of Being 4/2/07 I found what I was looking for Among the thousand songs I heard But could not claim it as my own, Yet saw that flesh was born from Word. I knew then what I came to do But life in me was turbulent And blinded in the ways of men Down Desire's path I went. I laboured in the sun, the rain And pushed the body incessantly No rest and no escape allowed, The work of works my destiny. The one I knew as father and friend Spared n

Mother of the Eternal Smile As the vanguard of our spirit's march to light She the Mother of the eternal smile, The beacon that obliterates the night Against the forces of the world's denial, Who heals our mortal wounds and in her eyes We see the joy that made the world for love. She opens the flaming doors of Paradise And towards her truth ours souls from darkness move.

Look, World Perhaps an evil waiting in the streets Inhabiting this city known for sin Chose the hour when the storm came in To flood the alleyways and dark retreats, Its beastly covenants of lawlessness Enact among the animal types that prey Upon the weak who in their helplessness They maim and rape and violently slay. The world condemns and hears the plaintive cries, Powerless or callously it waits While the violence and hate of centuries Unleashed on the downtrodden masses sates. But look, world, peer into your heart And see the darkness resident within Know that every soul is also kin And no one, even the purest, lives apart

The Self Reborn Here is the brightening time of year, There the earth in cold despair Dreams of springtide drawing near Here the land is flower-fair. And what of us who came to find The second birth, the home of light In her to whom all pathways wind And the soul in its intense delight. Although the sustenance and care That nurtured us through growing years Succour gave to our despair, Held our hearts and calmed our fears, Our offering do we delay, Is there sufficient faith to hold The vision of this transformed clay Or has the fire of faith grown cold? Does the fervour burn within us still To stay the long and d

Truth the Justicer Now is the flower of the New Year full And dawns a brighter year in youthful hearts, Though winters we must face we still shall keep The harvest of our love when day departs. For who can see what joy the morrow brings Or fathom tragedy and loss and fate, But walk our metred walk apace our dreams And hope that human good shall outlast hate. Sleep then you souls, you children of the earth And let your waking hours fill with song For what shall be is written in His book And Truth shall be the justicer of wrong.

The Mists of Morn She lay there, all her beauty, all her light Surrendered now to him we name as Death. I did not weep but prayed that my beloved Would soar from body's pain to live again In the peace-filled spheres where spirits find their rest, That ambience divine where we absorb The lessons of the past and soul prepare The next descent into the human form. Her feet grown cold, her face in calm repose The final breath so quiet and so sweet. And then I wept, the tears unbidden flowed. It seemed the grief of all the world was mine, Lodged within this one small human heart As the charioteer dissolved the mists of morn.

Of Light's Descent and Darshan Days.htm Of Light's Descent and Darshan Days I lived and dreamed as a child And many a flowery garden laid Small in stature but O so wild Of gut and sinew I was made. I rose in back of the stake-bed truck My head upon a pillow of hay, The sun so bright and great my luck But closing fast the years to play. My father was a driven man Who drove his children, though with love Strong as a leviathan We worshipped him and found thereof A strength beyond capacity, And so I pushed the body more The parent s

The City The city in its stark attractiveness Seduces with a sensual display, Assaults the vital and beguiles the mind, Parades its fading beauty through the day. Then as dusk falls its streets become alive Carrying on their backs the prowling crowd, A magnetism, raw, alluring, grand, Assaults the eye and all the bustling loud Irreverence of night seems to dwell In bold and busy traffickers of sense. One feels a voyeuristic pleasure-home, Wild, exc