The One in Whom We Move Soon daffodils will break the crust of earth And crocus flower cheerful in the snow And all these silent harbingers of mirth Will move the heart and everywhere we go The eye arrest, enchant for our delight This earth ablaze with hues that once was bare, Displace the dark hegemony of night. And we shall kneel at peace for in our care Are gardens of a consciousness to build Not yet descended to this mortal zone But waiting till the ego soul is killed, Desire dead, the inner vision grown To encompass life and sanctify with love Our labour for the One in whom we move.

To Live the Light We Are Within Feb. 17, 2005 An inner music tunes the ear To sounds unheard that disappear In the turbulent and noise-polluted mind. When ears are closed to humankind Little there is that we can hear. When we are by confusion led, At every step a dark 'instead' Turns us from the destined way To vanity or roads that stray, And we are less alive than dead. A consciousness that seeks to win (No more to err, no longer sin) From nether forces that control This life, our

One Day I Shall Go Into Each Heart I watch the swallows skim the silent lake And hear the welcome calls on wings drift by, My soul hears all and I in silence turn Towards the flute that sounds my destiny. A silver note upon the wafting breeze A golden tone plucked on a golden string, The urge for light within the towering trees The sweetest music in the heart of spring. But my fate walks in my front and takes my hand, It leads my blind uncompromising soul Towards the burning of a distant land I am drawn a willing servant to my role. If not today then one day I shall go Into each heart and share the joy I know.

One More Step Yes, more than one came to me, Some of their names I can recall, Teachers of the higher way Who entered my dreams as easily As one walks through an open door. I was instructed carefully And often I awoke to sense A vastness in my soul occur, But mind cannot retain the truth Of things that lie beyond its scope And any attempt would but distort The experience of higher states Descending in such clarity That we recognize a higher world More real than earthly vision holds. An air of wonder like a cloak Of peace protecting us surrounds. We have been blessed by presences And guides who are sent to help us take One more st

Poems on Mary Helen's Passing As One Forlorn Oct. 21, 2005 Some see the dead or spirits of the dead Others dream or lie because they cannot see, I neither see, nor dream, nor lie, instead I struggle with the enigma that is me. The rank unsolved equations of my deeds Escape the resolution of my heart, Whatever life is left in me still bleeds And I from all things evil cannot part. What does it matter whether night or day When in the silence one is left alone To grieve for a soul that softly passed away. Is love a sin for which we must at

Of Love and Oneness Beauty now my life's companion is And though I walk once more an unknown road Never shall close again the doors of bliss For an inner music has filled and overflowed This body, vaster than the sky or sea With the truth that lives upon the spirit's height; A yearning body calling only Thee In whom I found the source of all delight. Her grace descending through the vasts of time Her face before me on my journeying From light to light shall be my upward climb: Of love and oneness only now I sing.

The Maker^s Art.htm The Maker's Art How She has moulded the unwilling clay! Recalcitrant, obtuse and ego-willed, To realize that all we do or say Is seen in clouded light and error-filled Until the soul shall sing upon the heights And drive the engine of the body-mind, Exultant cells awake divine delights And every breath attuned, no longer blind To truth and love and beauty, life divine Upon this earth oppressed by man, despoiled, Their lives the living symbol and the sign Of Godhead's will, for this through ages toiled, Their sacrifice, the suffering endured. We cannot plumb the darkness they have seen While we are in such ignorance immured

God's Design_.htm God's Design 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 Too generously her gifts, too freely shared? And yet her timeless blooms can outlast time! The lotus bud that opens in my heart Is the self-same flower that pushes through mud and slime And it but

Towards A Far-Off Certain Goal Alone in the Alone and yet alone, Unable to unwind the cords of grief All music recalled the sadness in her voice And beauty shook me like a falling leaf. The hours chained me to a karmic wheel, Day slipped into night, the seasons flew And sorrow set its signature and seal Upon my heart as desolation grew. Then slowly as the fog lifts over land Revealing the faint tracery of trees My sight returned, no more could death demand From human tears his daily draught to seize. Through pain and loss a wider being grown Feels the sure emergence of the soul Aware that none is truly left alon

Starlight and Moon-Drift Heart-rending loveliness in time, Horizon light of eternity Cloud-curtain lifted, a new sun-climb Above this sapphire dome of sky. In the dense of space a glowing dot What if a hundred times it rise And draped in darkness we see it not Burning, burning before our eyes, Ruby, diamond, and opal rays, Within us glows the self-same light Consuming the heavy nescient haze. Though I am starlight and moon-drift tonight.