Arise, O Soul! March 9, 2005 And I in a moment of the soul's distress Disastrously descended in darkness' core, Drawn a willing spectator to please The lower senses' needs and through the door That opens wide to let the fallen in, Was welcomed by the sly Iniquity Who greets the wayward soul with mounting sin And promises delights the pure can't see. Once inside the caves of ignominy Where light is pushed aside to sate the mind And thrill the flesh with vital fantasy, Trapping the soul as in a hunter's blind, There seems no way to leave, no sure escape From realms of the forbidden fruits of night, Yet if the central being is sincere

In the Consciousness of Gathered Peace A concentrated pressure in the chest As if a new-born soul desired light By breaking through the thick and hardened shell That covers man and blinds his native sight. The sages know it is the heart that sees. Above the mind the spirit's power grows In the calm where no disturbance comes And in the silence where the breathing slows One hears not by the auditory nerves, One feels not by the tacti

In the Truth My Freedom Find Child with immemorial eyes Who are the compass of my soul Come closer that I might excise The demons who still exert control. Lead on my spirit to your fields Of love and laughter and delight As the darkness in me yields To the supreme ennobling light. Teach me to dance, to sing the songs That fall from Heaven's fount of peace, All my injustices, my wrongs, My errant ways help me to cease And in the Truth my freedom find, Purified in heart and mind.

Meeting the Beloved Jan. 21, 2011 There are moments, I suppose When like a well-oiled machine Life runs smoothly in its grooves. But rare the winged peace descends And earthly bodies touched uplift With wonder as the awakened soul Unveils a moment and the gods Are glimpsed, heart responds to heart And all the centuries of doubt Dispelled when love and lover meet.

Sacred Alchemy We carry so much baggage burdening down With the weight of reasoning mind's profundity, Our vital appetites and indulgences, The heroic godhead struggling to break free. If only we could focus on the flame Of aspiration burning at our core Repeat the mantric word, invoke the Name, Install within the image we adore. Earth in its subtle atmosphere prepares A new material body for its king, Omnipotent, inviolate and pure. From eternal realms the grace unperishing Shall fashion us by a sacred alchemy Make earth aware of its true divinity.

The Transformation of the Earth What are the stars to me who have seen your eyes, Or the sun, a dim reflection of your smile, The moon mysterious no more to rise Above the night on this enchanted isle Surrounded by the magnitude of space.. You instilled in me the fierce undying flame And captive held my soul in your embrace, I sleep to wake, upon my lips your name And with each breath continue on the path Hewn by your hand, made safe for human tread, Who lifted as a veil the years of wrath And turbulence that fell upon my head. I bow, O Radiance divine, your light Alone can save the earth and reach men's hearts Now hidden in t

Unimagined Vistas of the Soul What horrors seen no human soul could bear, Descending in our darkest depths to light The fetid dungeons of our ignorance And fight the alone through terrifying night. For man and earth his life was sacrificed, His golden form beneath the tree was laid Where thousands place their burdens at his feet. For us he suffered all, God's price is paid And open is the world to majesty Where beauty walks beside us towards our goal T

The Archipelago of Births The residue of past existence, sealed In the unconscious movement we call life Awaits the budding hour to be revealed, The truths we must attain, the inner strife Tormenting us by day, unleashed by night In the subconscious caverns of the mind. We must attain the clarity of sight, The knotted past unravel, soul unbind From vital's all-consuming appetite. The helpful powers await the inward turn, The opening of heart and mind to light And all the hidden flaws we must discern. They lean towards us to nurture and to heal The weakened and the wise whose wounds are deep, The deadened sense awake a

Sons of Light Weep not, O world, more tales of woe For I have grief enough to bear Bundled on my back and go Remembering the few and fair That I was privileged to know Who walk no more beside us here Excepting blessings they bestow When in the silence they appear Or in our dreams to ebb and flow Beyond the consciousness of time. I hear their voices soft and low Like music or a perfect rhyme Exhorting us to find the way, Lifting us from night to day; Through pain and loss this truth I know We are sons of light and towards the light we go.

Message of the Immanent Divine My life is as a slate unmarked by time On which you shall inscribe your love, your grace, O let it be an etching done in light With nothing that will mar the offered space, No errant thought intrude upon the script That from your hand decides my destiny. May the sense of self be finally erased, Let no desire mar your firm decree, No act distort the golden lettering Engraved on this surrendered soul of mine, That I may be a mirror that reflects The message of the immanent divine.