In God's Cleansing Flow.html In God's Cleansing Flow Have we found the measure of our love Or have we kept it secret, sealed As in a hidden flower grove, Something not to be revealed. One speaks in pain of a wounded heart And in the flames of anguish thrown Dismisses the thought of a new start, Embittered, bereft, to weep alone, Or another writes of soul-rending loss And chooses to live in the pain-filled past Burdened beneath his sorrow's cross And all the suffering amassed. A few there are who yearn for light The inner demons would overthrow. Withdrawn from the dark thoughts of night Carried in God's cleansing flow.

The Bliss of Unity Feb. 9, 2011 Long seasons pass and the return Of winged song threading silken leaves Reignites the flame of youth to burn And the calm and widened heart no longer grieves. Each day revealed to wonder as the new Adventure of the earth-born soul proceeds; Comrades there are many, friends but few For each must confront his demons and his deeds And most the karmic residue erase By aeskesis and the spirit's will to know, And therefore challenged all things he must fac

Journey Without End In this universe of love Where the Samadhi stands I kneel and offer prayers For friend and foe alike, But as I ask I find Granted my appeal. Gratitude and faith, Consecration's twins Have brought me home again, Grateful beneath the tree, To Her, the mother of all, To Him, all homage due Who has made the world anew Though still we cannot see, For all the sorrows and joys On this the golden path, Journey without end.

I Saw a Man I saw a man walk slowly down the road, A husk of self, crippled and alone, His body bent and broken like a twig, One foot a stump encased in a black boot That trailed along and scraped the reddened dust. Why did the wind not take him in its arms, How could he stay so grounded yet so frail? Did some malignant puppeteer create This grotesque form, this caricature of man Or did his karma necessitate this trial? The tears poured from my eyes, they would not stop The cataract of sorrow from my heart, For as before I realized he was I, Being of my being, soul of my soul Who lives in me as I limp and seek my way. I cannot ease the pain

Mon Petite 12/31/07 Though difficult the days, when in my arms Banished were the demons of the night, Forgotten in the moment all the harms, The terrors and the all consuming fright, The painful blows, the cataract of tears, The beatings with the lash that sears the soul And childhood's nightmare memories and fears That on the blossoming spirit take their toll. I call her mon petite, my little one Who with such tender care revived my heart From loneliness and self-oblivion That

The Leap From Darkness What I know I cannot see What I am I do not know What I love is hid in me What I shall be told long ago. What I hear I can't reveal What I've seen I cannot say What I want is but to feel The force of the transforming ray. What I have done is not complete When darkness in the heart abides, What ways I've trod with erring feet And yet the One in me resides! From weakness our strengths are born Our greatest losses sum to gains When spirit wakes one golden morn Aware these are but earthly stains And turns this clay to heaven-use, Our lives now wedded to the night Divorce from all t

A Dream of God In the vibratory silence of the room Where souls in silent adoration sat, I spoke and words not from my making came. There seemed to settle in the stillness there An atmosphere surcharged with light and love. No sound escaped but my lone voice spoke on Heard in the deeper spaces of the heart. My mind lay bare the higher voice to hear, To feel the presence in my halting speech That uttered more in silence than in sound. I saw their eyes, the few enlightened ones And how the spirit touched began to sing. The psychic tears poured down, Her joy was theirs And they, feeling Her close began to weep, For beauty and delight on downy wi

The Inner Life that is our Self In unexpected moments of the soul A recognition comes of former lives When gestures natural to old lost selves That seem not mine, natural, refined Come forth and suddenly express themselves. Brotherly salutations from these hands Folded like an ornament of prayer A forehead's touch or a saintly kiss Pressed upon a friend or comrades brow. Or sometimes dream reveals the hidden man Divested of his cloak of ignorance, A warrior or kingly soul or yet, A servant of the higher consciousness Or the unknown one who peers behind the veil That screens this wildly teeming life from truth And silence mid

In the Mirror of Soul I said to the Lord in a fragmented mirror, "Remake me, my image is broken and torn", He replied to my plea with a great peal of laughter, "My son what you see is the face that you've worn Through years of forgetting your closeness to Me. Look to the children, the wise of the wise, Who bathe in my sunlight and dance in my sea; If you see my reflection in the pools of their eyes Find yourself there as well, my arms hold you fast, For you who now seek me already are mine, The shards of your mirror reflect but the past The human image of things divine." I looked in the mirror of soul and was mute In the tem

Indwelling Deity The voices of sorrow sing their haunting songs Enticing the emotional soul to weep, To grieve for all injustices, the wrongs Our life has seen and from some horror's deep Recall those visions of terror, the history Of evil acts and goodness met by Death The hunter, stalking with impunity The aging frame, inhaling our final breath. Profligates we have squandered the gifts of the sun, A penury of being our pallid change. Forgotten and lost is the view of the ancient One And gone is his golden smile from the human range. O lift from us the mask of ego-sense That bars our sight from seeing all as Thee, Our lower