The Goal of Life May 26, 1999 Although we yearn for light on a distant shore And love, compelled the adventurous soul shall find The goal of life yet silent, still, within, Holding the pure and concentrated flame, Bearing the stamp of long forgotten dreams Of godhead calling from the inner well Where springs the heavenly music and the dance. All else returning round after circling round Is a play of mind and vital, senseless games That deaden the search and

Balcony Darshan - 2 4/9/01 A silence fell among the devotees As with a sound of vespers drawing close She neared, and carried on the evening breeze Her fragrance far more haunting than the rose. Stillness descended on the assembled throng Expectancy quivered in the languorous air The heart replied to the hidden psychic's song, Soft voices filled the burgeoning night with prayer. Slowly She moved, Her hands upon the rail Her heavenward eyes withdrawn in potent trance The seconds as passing aeons seemed to prevail, Then on us She cas

Death and Rebirth II Oct. 21, 1999 When flight is taken out from the failing flesh To worlds unknown, unvisited by bodily mind, Cleaving a pathway through the subtle sheaths, An arrows brilliant flight homing to its sun To sleep among the starry fields of light, Perhaps to dream of all that might have been, The endless possibilities of life, The joy of the plunge from the heights, falling to birth, The years of youth, the fullness of old age, The hopes that rose then slowly fading, failed, Moments only aware of the inner flame,

The Surface Life Too seldom does the rushing world Allow a glimpse of deeper life, Permit the spirit room to grow And find a truth beyond all strife. We are overimpressed by the obvious And warm too soon to the ready smile, The quick embrace, the proffered hand And miss the substance for the style. We remain possessed by outward things, Success and failure on our days, And lose the stillness silence brings And richness of the inner ways. We dare not look so deep to part The greater Person from the veil Awaiting our ack

Cohesion Looking across the fields of mortal strife A witness and participant alone Yet indivisibly bound by spirit's ties To those who through the centuries have grown Aware of their past and live in the future's rays, United by a single golden thread Woven by the master of our days At work upon the magic loom of life.

Mother 1st version - Feb. 26, 1999 For simply to be is a blessing unparalleled, To breathe Her celestial air, to have seen such beauty Radiant in Her smile, to have been stirred By the melodious majesty of Her voice... To have knelt in utter stillness awaiting Her touch, Her hand upon the offered head, protecting And blessing through ages her slow evolving child, To have lived in Her Presence and knelt before Her Feet... One feels in the inmost chamber of the soul Her fire ablaze clearing aeonic barriers Instilling the Force, transmitting Her endless gifts, Stirring from slumber the dreaming psychic to wake: We of the vast millennium now tak

Vision April 2, 2008 The rose-hued flame of the heart's aspiration I saw Ablaze in the dark foreboding arms of night, A heavenly angel descend and softly draw Protecting arms around Her child of light. His face so filled with sweetness welcomed me To watch the sun of the truth-world slowly rise As the psychic being ready to break free Looked on all with calm and wondrous eyes.

To Shirley, Beloved Friend, Fellow Traveller Sister-Soul And when you spoke, your voice a plaintive cry Not wanting me to see the illness' toll, But I have glimpsed beyond the mortal eye The deep and stainless radiance of your soul. I have caught your falling tears, transmuting them In the sanctuary of the sacred heart, By the spirit's magic alchemy, to jewels More precious than earth's or heaven's fairest art. Now I'll guard through all the journeying years This sister soul, this fire ever bright, This gentle dispensation from above

America Oct. 1999 For I have seen without the artistic eye Or poet's sight the ravishing beauty of a land In summer bloom, in winter sleep, the songs Of earth both violent and calm, the hand Bestowed in blessing, wielded by the throngs In rage and hope for a new humanity.

Community of Souls Sept. 6, 1999 A meeting of souls on the avenues of time, A massed affinity calling to descend, the Grace And world-transforming apogee of Love, Embracing, accepting all with humility. Subtle harmonies sound on the wakened ear, The promise of new canticles to come, Recalling to the truth-awakened few Voice of a silver flute alone in night, Unearthly strings attuning the prayerful heart, Diapason of the soul's unending song