To Image Thee These are the currents of my life, Engulf them in Thy sea; The tangled threads of daily strife Reweave to image Thee,

Beneath the 'Service' Tree Beneath the 'Service' tree the pilgrims kneel, Whose branches hold more secrets than the stars. I saw the silent grief of life reveal Its open wounds, innumerable scars, And prayers that cloud-like rose with fragrant spires, Unvoiced requests in secret letters sealed Importuning God to grant the heart's desires, The aspiration of the soul to yield Beleaguered life to peace and unity. Faces radiant from depths within Breaking through the form-bound entity The offering of self through discipline, To find the truth that lies in us concealed, The psychic light not fully broken through The crust o

Timeless Vision Lancelot and Guinevere again My heart deceived, my soul from me did tear, Yet I shall travel with them through my pain Though each accorded me a world's despair. It is not love that separates, denies But desire's flame that burns and flares and sears, And lust that looms in hungry lust-filled eyes That can reduce the joy of life to tears. I ride with him once more as eons pass, My steadfast friend and brother on the field Who shields my back as the fierce legions mass, The light we carry hoping we might yield, The day to darkness and the age to death. O valiant ones, brave knights of the round Our world is gon

From Unnamed Stars The columns of Corinth modelled from a leaf, Who fashioned the scarab and the butterfly To grace the human form with their mystique? The flowers bedeck the graves of those who die Accepting at last death's insistent call. Our poetry is sorrow-filled for few Can sing of sunlit paths with tongues of bliss Announcing not the death of things but strew With flooding light the battered shores of time. The sage, the visionary and the seer Prophets all of all that is to be Bring down a fire, the change that most men fear As demons dread the truth that in us grows. I look now at the pain on Nature's face But witness too the buds

For She Has Come April 1, 2012 Even the song birds in their raucous joy Singing life, awake with the golden sun Fell silent as on silent feet she came, She who gathered all into the One. Earth felt her tread and bleeding welcomed her Amidst the devastation and the ruin Of Beauty that was born with its birth, Prayed her healing force might soon efface The evil hidden in the souls of men Who in their lust for worldly dominance, Their warped desires and their rampant greed, Forget their origin and the

Flower of All Eternity There is no rapture earth can give Surpassing memory of Thee, To kneel before Thee one could live In oceans of infinity. There is no light that does not pale Before Thy timeless golden form No sea on which we could not sail Secure in tidal wave or storm. The helmsman He who steers our course The star who ever guides us, Thee, The rain of Grace that on us pours Thy splendour and Thy majesty. The beacon of our godward climb The answer to our soul's desire O MotherForce beyond all time Lift us higher, ever higher Until we reach Thy lotus feet And in the roses of Thy hands Invincible a

The Bridge to Things Divine What vision do I have? Only a hope pinned to a perfect face, Eyes that held the anguish of the world Transforming all earth's million cries to bliss. What memory most dear? Only the moment offered at Her feet That blessed ground on which we blindly walk, My forehead pressed in homage kneeling there. What message do I share? That peace on earth begins within each soul, No outward plan, construction of the mind Can solve the riddle of our birth and death. What is my destiny? To find the truth that has its home in me, To know all darkness is a shade of light And truth and love the bridge

Rosemarie The body is gone but her soul lives on and on, All beauty of the earth it shall retain, The devotion and undying love of one Who lived alone for her, and when the pain Of her departure lessens with the years Will remember laughter and the joy they shared, Awakenings to greater truths, the fears They vanquished and the challenges they dared To find that love could deepen and make whole Two separate beings joined soul to soul. Now she has soared beyond our earthbound sight But casts on us her sweetness and her light.

Where the Sacred Bodies Rest I heard the call of vast primordial seas Moving beneath the stellar hand of God, And lands that spoke of aeonic ancestries Where once in other bodies I had trod. Explorer and iconoclast I sought To find familiar scenes loved and known And in the dawning consciousness was brought To the sacred shores I knew to be my own. My burning friend greeted me again In torrid skies where white washed out the blue Beyond the jungle and the endless plain I found the place where higher knowledge grew. In a courtyard decked with flowers where the scent Of frankincense and jasmine filled the air I saw

Reweave from Human Fabric For nothing is attained till all is won, No partial victory we can achieve If the true surrender has not yet begun. A lethal dagger held within a sleeve Desire is that saddles us with stress And lingers to explore exotic taste. We cannot build a state of godliness Until we clean the centuries of waste That fill our temples with unholy things, The storms of hate that boil and rage within And the outward self that