Evening Prayer I shall burn frankincense for thee And on that shaft of fragrance rise My prayers of mediocrity. For nothing do I know, my eyes To all thy wondrous gifts are blind And hardly can my spirit view Among the drifting clouds of mind Above, thy golden retinue. Yet shall I pray to purify The wayward thought, the act impure, My soul to lift, my feet to try The sunlit path and sin abjure, Renew my contract with the light And at thy feet would dwell tonight.

Re-energize the Soul 8/2/01 We merely ride the surface of Time's wave And deeper depths and greater shores ignore, Content to skim the surface for awhile Reluctant to confront or to explore The meaning and the message of our birth, Our purpose in this random play of fate, Or heed the secret Resident within Preferring worldly joys to fill and sate The passing years as nymphs upon a stream Who briefly live and then are swallowed up By forces that wait beneath the conscious flow, Or slowly vegetate and drain the cup Of life

Where God Awaits I planted a willow by the lake And cherries to welcome spring, I planted in joy for beauty's sake And food for the fleet of wing. A garden of fragrance and coloured delight And woodland's shade serene Each day to yield a wonder-sight Among the paths of green. The outer work is finished now, The heart's design complete The beauty of each twig and bough Held in the mind's retreat. For now I seek the landscape of the soul, The Spirit's key to open hidden gates, I'll to the heavenly ether fly and stroll In lily-scented fields where God awaits.

The Inner Sight Without the inner sight our vision fails, For all is but appearances of form, Our inability to part the veils From outward show reduces to a norm Of commonplace our knowledge of the world. Yet moments dawn as in a crystal sky Of visionary clarities unfurled When we glimpse the unknown face of deity. Nothing moves us more or wakes the light So deeply as these truths our souls perceive, When shed of ego's vain distorted sight Our hearts prepare the godhead to receive.

Repeating the Mantra of His Name All my failing efforts were subsumed Into His greater love and consciousness, Facets of being dense, intractable Fell away as a cloak of outworn dress Is shed, threadbare, discarded for newer garb Fitted to the body and the soul. Yet garments of a former self remain Attached to habit's vain and leading role, Residues that fain would soil and stain The central being's sun-white radiance, Mar the unity that is to be, Hoping to slow the pace of God's advance. But even these He gently will remove As aspiration's sparks ignite the Flame And the psychic being kneels in gratitude Ever

To Fashion the Future Humanity I saw a light in darkness dwell, The soul a beacon in the night, And knew the body for a shell Encapsulating God's delight. With reverence I looked anew Upon this miracle of man, How in the body spirit grew In concert with God's ageless plan. No doubt remains within these walls, This house of concealed divinity, Awakened to His urgent calls To overthrow our destiny Of death in life, the God-force free To fashion the future humanity.

Power of the Name From astral distances a demon came A monstrous form to steal the breath of life. I could not loose his grasp to speak the Name Yet in the battle's pitched and dreadful strife A momentary respite came – I screamed Mother! and instantly I felt release His hands and nothing I have ever dreamed Or thought or seen could wrest from me the peace She brought, omnipotence and Love's disdain Of death's grey pall to heal her child in pain. How many times he came I cannot say, From what unholy avenue arrived, I only know this being lives today In gratitude and by Her grace survived.

The Shining, Nameless Friend Boldly lead my life, O Being With the steps than cannot err, On me visit the inner seeing That reasons not nor needs infer. Open wide the inner gate Invite the Lord and Master in For in His hands I place my fate Who walks through sorrow, error, sin Unmoved, untouched by earthborn care, Supporting every fitful start Hid deep within and waiting there The Guide who never shall depart, Far from us yet ever close The silent One, the Avatar Who is the sabre and the rose, Igniter of the sun and star Who lights our darkest vestibules Severs the iron chains and bars That shut us i

The Far Transcendences of Love I've known the wine's extravagance And found desire in the ways, Lost the bloom of innocence In the headlong rapture of my days. But One who stood at the fiery gate Encouraged me to boldly go And seek my path yet consecrate, Remembering the burning glow She lit within this room of life, Awaking the Sleeper from his dreams Of worlds untenanted by strife, To launch this craft on sunlit streams And meet in perfect realms above The far transcendences of love.