The Sun Speaks O man thou representative of God Who in thy bosom hold His force and flame, Yet seem a work magnificent but marred Or flawed attempt in some tremendous game Of chance to win thy immortality. In bodies weak and minds so circumscribed As worship a dim and masked divinity Who can be bought with shallow prayer or bribed With empty gifts on altars of desire. My radiance is symbol of his care, For thou must burn all dross and reaching higher Attain the realms above the world's despair, Await the dispensation of His peace, The touch that shall transform and liberate. Tend the flame within and do not cease Until His

The Fields Where Krishna Plays In an unknown limbo of the soul I wait And tread the daily wheel of work and sleep, The busy hum of mind is dulled of late For in my heart a memory I keep Of golden limbs that clasped my spirit close And eyes divine, pools of radiance, A smile that from her inner being rose From founts of love to bless me with each glance. I live alone apart from want or need And call upon the Grace that guides my days To fan this aspiration's flame, the seed Of silence nourish with protecting rays That I may hymn the poetry of praise And walk again the fields where Krishna plays.

Final Destiny I held her fragile in the fading day As slowly night upon the landscape fell. What words we spoke the gods alone can say, She faltered now as death his painful spell Wove upon the fabric of her soul. "Mother give her one more day", I prayed, "Before the great bell sounds its final toll And the edict of our fate must be obeyed. O let her breathe till morning light appear That she may live to see her birth month dawn, Begin the cycle of her final year In Thy embrace by love once more reborn. And I shall hold the music close within Of mountain peaks that lifted us above Ourselves to breathe an air so crystalline,

Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief.htm Lenham, England – May 26, 2002 Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief Two forces clash in us And more perhaps, I do not know, Joust within the confines of the flesh Inviting us to savour worlds below And all unholy things. One tempts the spirit towards decay, One lifts the soul to soar on freedom-wings Above the narrow window of our day. Still are we dragged and torn, Tossed upon emotion's seas By waves of sorrow or by years forlorn, Or undertow of death that hopes to cease Life in its dreaming sleep. But I shall not succumb to grief, The Flame that once was lit in me I keep And stronger grows by trial the

A Suppliant to Godhead's Throne.htm A Suppliant to Godhead's Throne I come a suppliant to Godhead's throne Attached and clinging to a chequered past, Knowing Thou art here yet most alone, A leading role in sorrow's drama cast. If I could grasp the lever to propel The psychic being to the body's fore, Released from pain of isolation's hell To know Thy will, to witness and adore The presence that abides within these walls, A grace above descending mid our doubt, The Mother's love that sweetly to us calls To trust that She will cast our demons out, To tread upon the sunlit path, progress By strong surrender, yield my life to Grace, To feel in all this

A Carpet for Her Feet - For Mother So little left to say, perhaps a smile Or nod in vague agreement to a phrase And hear the tales that pass the time awhile. Around my soul voices like a maze Of sounds implode while I, a soul aggrieved, Recall past joys ere the great abyss Before me yawned and all my being cleaved In two, torn from the heavens of human bliss. In the voice of friend or stranger I hear love And cry for recognition in the void, To dream the dreams that God is dreaming of, A world of light and beauty unalloyed, To move from blind desires, unvoiced hopes, The promised face its veil withdrawn to greet, Our b

I Shall Recall I shall recall when body fades away And soul remains, the full and final flower, Eternal beauty held me for a day And love divine embraced me for an hour.

Ship of God I saw at the edge of some omniscient eye A ship of God to bear the spirit home It sailed on waves of white infinity Towards the blue of heaven's vaulted dome. Beyond the reach of thought or our dim view It soared, the souls of men its billowed sails, And every soul the silent helmsman knew, The Guide who stands the watch as body fails And cuts the webbing of the net of Death To free the spirit from the bonds of pain, Holds in His hands the frail and final breath That we may rest before the task again Resumes and we are borne as clouds to earth On the ship of life to sail on time-born seas Begin again another round

If God is All If God is all is God not here Present in our human sphere, Wife and lover, foe and friend Who knows the journey cannot end Until we look into the eyes Of that for which our being cries And dares confront the far unknown Vistas of the mute Alone.

Haiku At Home Ming vase Centuries old How many hands caressed thy form? Wedding kimono Silver and gold Where is the bride sleeping now? The topmost branch Of a nearby tree A catbird tries his new routine.