To Amal - In Friendship and Gratitude Soul Behind the Veil January 4, 2000 I caught a fleeting glimpse Of a soul behind the veil. A soft white radiance Beyond all human scale. As in a cocoon it lay Wrapped in splendid peace Dreaming of a distant day When ego's rule would cease. All past lives it knew, Gathered round its core And death and birth walked through Its ever-welcoming door Opening on worlds unknown To man in his outwardness. In the star-fields of God it has grown Through our joy, our pain and duress

Find the Psychic Feb. 27, 2000 When all the mental structures fall And fails the vital life's appeal, A void appears, the nought of all And only emptiness we feel. If somehow we could find within The stillness and the glowing fire Free from error, free from sin Free of all our dark desire, Then might we touch the sacred heart Residing as the psychic being Never again would we depart From the clarity of that inner seeing. All God's labour, all His care To transform our lives is hidden there.

Emissary of the Lord In deep surrounding silence still I lay Drifting from the outward world of sense Where night is lost in splendid rifts of day To sleep, and entered a zone of experience No reason could explain yet scarce refute, Guided by one who knew the realms of birth And life and death and afterlife, as mute I rose to watch my presence here on earth. From the realm of subtle matter, not in trance Nor as images projected on a wall, But living beings I knew at a single glance To be my father, mother, family, all Seated beside me on a parapet fronting the sea. He showed me my life as if on videotape My weaknesses, attac

The Vital Ego's Plaint.htm The Vital Ego's Plaint All my vital energies have gone. I sit alone and watch the weary hours Spill their emptiness on vacant night As earth in sunlight offers golden flowers And morning-song from all her winged delight. A desert dryness sears my surface soul Parching thought and desiccating word While spring unharnessed frolics like a foal Its watchful mother standing closely by. To bear the weight of heavenly embrace Is a torturous time for the difficult "I", Dissolving in a rain of cleansing grace Abandoned to a bright transmuting sky,

If Poetry There Be If poetry there be to rend The bonds of time-bound soul in me Then let it flow and cataracts Come cleansing down and swiftly free The hidden god's felicity. Let the mask be torn, dissolved By falling rain of potent grace That washes all the past's debris And clears the eyes to view a face That I in former births and lives Have grown to love and recognize As guide and mentor, treasury Of deepest truth, inspirer To a vision spirit sole can see, Earth reconciled to divinity.

The Godhead Poised The modern life as offering and bribe Regales us with its vain kaleidoscope Of paltry shades or colours' jarring clash Allotting reflection not a moment's hope. Yet pressing on our earthly consciousness Invisible yet evident to all A force of God attends inviolate And resonates its puissant, silent call. While deep-grooved mind in it's circular seeking turns, The fire invisible rises in sanctified air Escaping its towering prison while in us there burns The godhead poised on life's descending stair.

Krishna Beloved January 18, 2000 O night bereft of moon the stars shall guide My steps upon the winding roads of time, No taint of darkness ultimately can hide Nor veil from sight the mystery sublime. I've found the fruited grove where the God-child plays And slumbers in this hidden cave of mine, Opening late the secret Book of Days I befriended Him as I cleansed the vaulted Shrine. In dream-like fields amongst the golden kine I spy his blue-white radiance abroad Fluting to rapturous bloom this golden sward, Krishna, beloved, f

New Direction What new direction signals me To seek in calm sustaining light The answer to a body's plight Attain by self-discovery Become a channel of delight A force-filled healing entity, In song of human unity And love that calls down heaven's might. A glowing fire in my breast Illumines now the mind and will And knows Her grace will surely fill The soul that lives at Her behest. Build up the inner being's peace O Lord who guides this fledgling's flight, Purge the residue of night And from my smallness grant release.

He Who Abides Within When the robe of night is cast aside And heaven's symbols merge in light From mystic stays in subtler words We wake refreshed to earthly sight. Immortal spheres to mortal soil Traversing plane to vaster plane, An immortality we seek Who immortal are and without stain. Assign not blame to vengeful gods Or nether forces lurking deep Alone we are responsible For the motley company we keep. All the stars are ours to hold For us the graceful angels pray And God within our substance dwells At work upon the sleeping clay.

Higher Music Might yet a higher music tune these ears To sounds beyond the atonality Of life's discordant strains and cadences And strife where falls no lasting harmony. May the rhythms of the inner life spring forth In concert with the growing soul of man New melodies retain the godhead's call In stanzas from diviner lips that scan The sacred scores of immortality. May voices from ethereal heights descend In chorus with the rising chant of earth Transforming to a world-devotion's blend The Veda-singer's song of conscious cells: Between the notes the supreme Composer dwells.