Within Us Still Unknown Time will not return to me Those eyes so diamond-bright, But ever I hold in memory Her legacy of light. The Wheel will not roll back again To joys of yesterday Nor visit me with former pain Upon the upward way. Though I have wept for beauty fled Life was passing sweet And sadness brief when I was led To bow before Her feet. Endless seems the journey now And we have borne the cost Of ignorance, refused to grow What treasure we have lost.! Not seeing Her we climb alone The long and winding stair, She waits within us still unknown As we walk unaware.

Stronger is the Will I carried the weight of sorrow too great to hold And could not let it go for it remained All that was left of riches more precious than gold, The radiant one, the pure, of joy unstained. The years pass slowly before these ancient eyes, In a body despite its age, still unknown, That only in moments is able to recognize The Inhabitant within by which it has grown. The way is found, the problem lies not there But in the sullen forces that oppose And cling to their misfortunes and despair More precious than the essence of the rose. The climb is long and steeper seems the hill Yet by Her Grace stronger is

Towards the Truth-Light Oct. 8, 2011 Now the pansies and chrysanthemums Paint the landscape of the changing year And in my autumn change upon me comes. How many springs have passed me as I walked Unknowing with my hurried feet of clay. I am tired now, the waning year returns With griefs and memories I once had locked Away in brighter seasons, happier days. Each season has its beauty and the fall Of coloured leaf against a burnished sky Evokes a longing in the troubled heart. Earth prepares for its hour of tranquil rest And the white days

Nothing Is As Fine As Memory Nothing is as fine as memory Illusive though it be through time and tears, For in its aura, rainbow-like we see The poignant, yearning dreams of yesteryears. And yet when we recall the taste of things Superior to all we know today Is it a canvas of lost imaginings Or fancy of the dreaming mind at play? If we evoke in a lambent hush a rose Above an arbour of our childhood's door Does memory more beautifully disclose A haunting fragrance we cannot restore To blossoms of a later garden's charm Surrounding us with colour and delight? When we held our lover tightly, arm in arm In the surpa

Each Riven Soul It is a weird benumbing time And only part of me is here, I know not if I sink or climb Or if my soul shall disappear In some enormous void of space My shell to wander aimlessly Or disappear without a trace Into the bowels of history. And yet there is no either-or, The grey penumbra haunting me Is but the shadow of a door Opening on divinity. We must persist through desert days And arctic nights when ideas freeze And we walk unseeing through the maze Of a karmic pasts' firm decrees And nought remains but failing will When the embers of old desires glow And ghosts of selves we cannot kill Assa

Forever in the Fragrance of Her Flowers. I was left forsaken and alone, I could not lift my head so cruel the fate That held me to the rack of silent tears, To the heights from which we came my spirit cried, No answer heard but drift of memories Across the shattered landscape of my soul. My beloved had flown above the fields of life. Though her love remained I could not see her eyes Nor touch her feet or hear from those sweet lips Words that made the spirit-sense alive, A smile so bright one could take refuge there. Now I live in the shadows of my self, In music find the soaring, although brief, And solace in the joys of

Joy Beyond Compare The mountains and the valleys sing in me, And the painted desert glittering with stars, I am a mirror of eternity; The fleeting clouds along the drift of hours Symbolic of a world that soon will be. I close the doors to rooms of ignorance Which in the early years I knew as home To venture into silence' white expanse; No longer must the soul in darkness roam To satisfy the vital self's romance. I have known flowers filled with light and sweet, Frail and fragile as the final breath, Eternal beauty invincible in defeat To outlast the years and ultimately, death As I through centuries have sought her feet.

Broken Threads to Mend I caught the thread of an immortal ode And wove it in this dress of earthly make Remembered from a former life's abode By a crystal stream that fed a crystal lake. I saw her like a sun among the flowers Beauty's crown lay easy on her head I sat by her in those final hours Alone among the dying and the dead. The doctor came and left us both alone And for a time peace upon me came Her human body she had now outgrown Departing as she lived, a

Undaunted By The Distant Years She lay before me thin and pale Like a haloed saint in a manuscript. "I am so tired, I feel so frail", And still the body refused to fail In a room as cold as a stone carved crypt, A room lit solely by her smile That filled its crevices with gold She looked on me a longer while, One who knew not hate nor guile And slowly her sweet limbs grew cold. At the end I read from Savitri, Unable to contain the tears. As the rose is of eternity So too her soul shall stay with me Undaunted by the distant years.