God's Design III.htm God's Design III 11/30/03 Time and tribulations test the soul And earth experience is temporal, Eternity's far-off illusive goal Appeals to few and fewer hear its call. I have packed a dozen lifetimes into one, Experience upon experience And yet, a neophyte, the work undone For which I took this birth, a reticence To probe assiduously the depths unknown. Have I loved too well this earth my soul ensnared, Has Nature been too bountiful and sown

At The Feet of Avatars In this daring voyage of the soul Sailing the seas of infinity Seeking the ever nameless goal And the heart of the human mystery, An adventurer in cosmic time Unconcerned with passing years, Breaking the shackles of fate to climb Above our torments and our tears To call peace into this troubled field Where truth and love are rarely seen And light to darkness seems to yield And life becomes 'what might have been'. I have wandered long through unknown lands Ventured beyond the vale of stars, Placed myself in caring hands And knelt at the feet of avatars.

Bearer of Eternal Light In vision or in visionary dream The unremembered music of the soul Was caught once more by that clairaudience That hears the poetry in common things And the rhythms and pulsations of our lives. A fragrance wandered in that subtle air A perfumed distillation of the flowers That still awaits in the etheric planes Anticipating its descent to earth, The moment when the soil no longer stained By death will open to divinity. This vesture of the body is not all Though we would think it so forgetting love. Already is born a race exceeding ours, But who can see who has not strength or will To look beyond the temporal

Golden Dawn Sept. 14, 2005 I have found once more in beauty's eyes The depths of soul I once had known, A heart so pure, no truth denies, A head adorned with Heaven's crown. Acquainted still with worlds above, A bearer of supernal light, In her I feel the force of love Bestowed on all from her orbed sight. A child in years, so old, so wise Her sweetness fills the days with bliss, I hear her name sung through earth's skies Her hand in gratitude I kiss. A youth more ancient than the stars A

The Covert Teacher of My Soul He is the covert teacher of my soul, The silent one observing from the wings Who acts as Prompter, gentle guide and goal; He is the melody my spirit sings. He is the watcher o'er the crib of fate The unseen presence through the tender years, Until youth's arrogance shall dissipate, Retreats, but on occasion reappears When ill tides rush upon the shifting sands And the little self is tossed upon the shore And in its naked desolation stands Forgetful of the crown that once it wore, The Master whispers and the heart obeys Though it is weakened when our loved one's die, Yet deep wit

The Destiny of Earth Though you had not known a brother till I came And gathered your offered heart into my heart And with my soul your soul achieved the same, For those born in the Mother who can part? Now the days and weeks pass swiftly by And soon I must return to a well-loved land Loved and cherished for its panoply, Not of my soul, (but then, you understand,) The spirit's voyages are infinite, No bar its aspiration can restrain, And as you are possessed of inner sight Know that I'll return to you again. Long have I known that all proceeds from Her, Called by Her what need have we to fear The spirit's quest, for nothin

Within My Silent Soul I listened to the singing of the wind And thought it first a chant-like melody, A woman's voice it grew, so filled with love I stood transfixed and let it enter me. It sang a secret not to be divulged To the unlistening conceit of man, It turned a hum that passed into the night Through frozen windows of the mind it ran. Again it changed, a drone of destiny As in some lamp-lit temple in Tibet, Overtones that built on overtones. I caught the rhythm, knew the tune and yet Descending to the valleys of the world It passed the Gods above the mountain snows. Earth's song I heard, transformed by heaven's touc

We Must Write We must write. One should not tempt the muse, And yet I question worthiness of phrase And pray for purity to disabuse The wayward line only meant to praise. To remember when the words are flowing full The source of inspiration through the hand, Remember too at cease or in the lull When no light dawns, never to demand, For even in our poverty of thought A vision may come and music seldom heard, A glimpse of the immaculate is caught And we become the channels of the Word. We shall recall when silence occupies The mind or thoughts unworthy to repeat, That when He comes a rapture fills our eyes And hearts; our poems

Beloved of My Soul I've known behind Thy smile the Fire's force Incinerating veils of ignorance, Igniting at the core this fragile spark. A look, a blessing touch, a moment's glance I shall thy grace remember through all time, Approaching did my spirit recognize A Mother's smile that holds the universe A captive of the god-light in her eyes. Not as a pleasant picture in a frame Do I a seeker kneel to worship Thee, Or vast transcendence limitless, unknown, But beloved of my soul who sets me free.

Prayer to the Service Tree O venerable tree who silent hears The prayers and salutations of mankind Look upon these pilgrim souls in trance Offering themselves to the enshrined Who are the dancers of the cosmic dance; Live and thrive a thousand, thousand years.