Who Lit the Spark I have no rule or measurement for love, But the heart's grief I have learned something of, And of loss perhaps have learned even more Harbouring sorrow in my being's core. Now age and time would have their way with me Deprive me of my strength and energy, My thoughts to all the golden days return The high lone path encourage me to spurn. But I will not allow the night to win Who watch with welcoming eyes each day begin And cling to

Let Me Not Cease to Love Let me not cease to love those I have loved And shared a moment's sanctity or two, To love those who have turned away from me, As with the love I showered upon you. Let my branch not wither on the boughs of man's deceit Or treason of the heart my heart turn cold But let the soul of me embrace all souls; For I too I am flawed, if truth be told, I hear not the voice, am blind to second sight, And so my love must grow to encompass all

In the Consciousness of Gathered Peace A concentrated pressure in the chest As if a new-born soul desired light By breaking through the thick and hardened shell That covers man and blinds his native sight. The sages know it is the heart that sees. Above the mind the spirit's power grows In the calm where no disturbance comes And in the silence where the breathing slows One hears not by the auditory nerves, One feels not by the tacti

Beauty Once Known I saw beauty fleeing from a world of hate Wounded and with bleeding feet she ran Unwanted turning from the house of man To leave him to his pride and lust and fate. I who have worshipped her as my lodestar Sought her when there was no visible sign Yet felt my soul through her grow more divine In loveliness no ravaging time could mar. She the paramour of truth shall reign Returning to usher in a greater age As man aware of his im

Kalki I saw as if a curtain pulled aside Or a blind that once had shuttered out the light, A golden horseman on a white stallion ride Into the darkest cavities of night. He bore a sword that severed every chain That held the struggling spirit in its thrall. Resplendent God armed to deal the blow And from his golden trumpet sound the call To signify the downfall of the foe. He spoke no word but pressing forth his steed Smote down the thousand obstacles that stay The Hour of God that long has been decreed And the radiant dawn of a supernal day. Now on this hallowed earth attuned we hear The footsteps of divinity draw near.

In the Image Intended I have waited to hear in the black starless night A voice from the shores of oblivion, But all I heard was the sobbing refrain Of one who remained in the body to see The passing of his sisters and brothers and friends. Now the days lengthen as summer appears With lilacs and roses and her tresses of gold And I in the stillness of morning arrive At the crossroads of meaning, yet to decide To commit myself to the ultimate giving; N

The Healing Music Came Last night the healing music came An organ of the human voice, Waves of rapture entered us As a rain of blessings from above. And in the candle's glow I saw Devotion and intensity, An aspiration deep and pure, An opening for the descent Of the force divine for which we came Answering the inner call, To the great adventure of the soul And a new light upon the earth. One hundred voices joined as one A recognition of unity That filled the consecrated hall And in an instant all was changed. Love came to us and certitude That earth will bear and conquer all The falsehood and malevolence That

In Silence Deep Among the Flowers Hydrangeas wilt beneath the blazing sun Their drooping heads await the close of day, But the iris at the water's edge sing on And hummingbirds dance in the fountains spray. Seduced by beauty I arise each morn As one who hears a sound upon the sea Runs to the shore to see the lover home. I am greatened by the least discovery Of scent or hue that greets me as I roam Consumed by earth's consuming majesty On

In Lasting Peace Now the breathing is deep, uneven After my daily exercise That anchors me to soil and sky. Each sit-up calls in ecstasy And on the treadmill of my life There is time, so much time Between accelerated steps To contemplate the breath, Follow it to where it leads, And I, reciting the sacred name Of one who works in the earth of being Live again in lasting peace.

For Thee Exclusively These perfumed flowers hold my prayers, Colourful and sweet, I who came with haughty airs Place them at thy feet. Give my eyes the light to see My lips to voice the call, The years recur incessantly No progress made at all Unless my soul to thee I give Or life will pass me by In thee alone let me live And to the old self die.