Of the Unspoken Things It is of the unspoken things I write; Of fragrances and essences distilled In morning's marbled air and evening's light, The pure desire, the heart that leaps in flame, The ardour of a soul to meet thee full And steady in thy blazing white and merge In thee, becoming thee, yet worshipping thee, Endless eons pass before thy feet.

Child of Day Sept. 22, 1970 Our mortal will cannot now suffice To wrest from mind its self-claimed dominance And throne the light of a new consciousness On Truth alone to this world where chance And fate decide as on a roll of dice Our destiny, our suffering, our doom. The Poet-seers who sing of flaming suns In mantric lines disperse the clouds of gloom, Their vision of an earth returned to grace And beauty wrested from the grip of night Builds in us the higher harmonies. And strength to draw us nearer to the light

Karmic Wheels - February 27, 1970 Receding thoughts in solitude to wait The final hour of my birth in Thee. And thwart the grieving lower members fate Who would stay the advent of Thy Victory. Time fades; galactic distances decrease; The seconds into treasured hours turn, A Calm surrounding all and infinite Peace, A thousand karmic wheels to still unlearn.

Prayer to the Divine Mother Vaulting the azure silences Paving the golden road Footprints of passioned stillnesses Approaching the sacred abode. Mother of aeonic vastnesses Galaxies spill from Thy hand We of the earth aspiring Call Thee from castles of sand. Moonleaps and star-woven tapestries, Cities metallic soon old, Impinge on the errant consciousness Our need for Thy fingers to mould Faces of aureate glistenings Eyes of a splendour untold, Bodies of crystalline purity Thy light within to hold.

Vision of the Divine Child - Nov. 20, 1970 Seated, throned in solemn dignity Upon the highest crests the messenger In stately clouds attired now arrives To counsel in our vague and errant lives. Descending now an air of thinner weave Is draped upon the verdant loom of earth. In centuried domains the silent stones Speak longingly in soft eroded tones. Embraced in lap of night the child of peace Sleeps cradled wakened not by violent throes Or storms upon the troubled seas of life. His light prepares and grandeur greater grows.

Prayer In The Meditation Room These are the currents of my life, Engulf them in Thy sea; The tangled threads of daily strife Reweave to image Thee.

The Peace That Inner Silence Brings 1/1/08 Momentary touches our hearts surprise And then the veil is drawn before our eyes. We catch a thread and believe we have the Word Each gospel one step higher than the rest We harbour the emotions of the herd Feeling ourselves more than all others, blessed. In moments when we look across the years As over barren plains from which there rise Above an unknown landscape’s dim frontiers The few defining peaks that touch the skies, We realize that preoccupied with things We lose the peace that inner silence brings.

Beyond the Veil of Form Now in the twilight of these waning years I seem a youth and all the energy That once was mine returns to me again In moments by the beauty of the sea. An exhibition of my photographs Spanning the seasons of my windfall years Dear old friends and new traverse the halls, Some with joy and others lost in tears Seeing as I have seen the flowers lift Their fragrant heads touched with morning dew, The steadiness of trees, the reaching vines The lake in morning green, by evening blue, The sun that wo

The Culmination of Our Lives We watched as one whose gaze transfixed by snow Sees and yet is blinded by the light, God descending clothed in mystic glow A perfect vessel of distilled delight. The new child-souls who freely play at ease Heard the music that is the voice of God Among the spirit's fields and energies, The stamp divine firm upon the sod, The immortal's tread in our mortality, Saw earth receptive to the holocaust, And knew the promise of eternity Aware of forbidding chasms that must be crossed Of faithlessness and doubt and ignorance. Mind must be made a calm reflective pool The body not es

Upon This Blue Enchanted Globe Rhapsody upon the wing Loudly chanting in the trees, Ecstasy aloud to sing Voicing love-struck melodies, Child-gods playing by the sea Eyes of wisdom's radiance Laughter heard beyond the lee Teach me simple elegance. Forest-stalkers stealthy move Sighted in the depths of night, Soundless in the soundless grove Teach me how to travel light As I once moved before this birth, As once I saw who cannot see The pinpoint eagle over earth Or solve the timeless mystery. Saints and sages sing to me Who would discard the ego-robe Of all the wonder still to be Upon this blue enchante