Mad Poets 1/24/01 O the fine-tuning of a phrase By the poet elegant, Or the employment of a word Beyond the mind's extent. How with such fluid ease And mastery of line They jog our eyes to sight, Our knowledge redefine.

A Guardian is There I watch the endless battering-ram of thought That comes unbidden from our darker skies, Bombarding the brain with senseless snatches caught From world-waves that our ship of nescience plies, And looking close begin to realise That none of the meaningless wandering thoughts are mine. I've opened to a stream of consciousness that flies Wantonly, malicious or benign. It is as if a radio were tuned To every station simultaneously Or the brain a fragile open wound Exposed to all channels, attacked repeatedly. The Realized ones have found the remedy, To make of mind a calm reflective pool That pebbles of wa

The Undiscovered Countries of the Soul. God the Silent chambered deep within Speaks to the inward heart abjures the ear That catches only momentary din, Or eyes purblind to heaven's atmosphere. Fixed in earthly grooves and codified Our bodies move in old familiar ways, Mechanical reaction habit-tied No greater law, no higher force obeys. Yet shall we break the barriers we have built To screen us from the view of the Unknown, Across the crowded pathways of our lives She comes to us to build the living throne And seat the Godhead in this mortal space, Reveal the secrets of the occult scroll Of sacrifice that

To Mother - "The sun from which we kindle all our suns". And when my voice refound shall sing again It will not be the renderings of old, Of love betrayed and human tragedy And all our painful history retold, Of numberless births and deaths and life's brief dream And slow awakening from ignorance. Because thou hast descended to our earth My music shall hymn the supermind's advance, No more shall songs of sorrow fill our lives, Captivate and lead our hearts astray, The requiems to pain and sacrifice Shall yield to joy as surely as the day Is born within the darkest womb of night. And I shall writ

To Win the Soul's Release.htm To Win the Soul's Release A cloud of floating midges in the air And scurrying life among the leaves of fall, A new world grows omnipotent and fair Amid the raptor's cry, the song-bird's call. And we who tread the earth with upright stance, Actors in a sacred mystery-play Amongst Her highest creatures hardly glance To view the soaring spirit's destined way. We hold within our hearts an occult key To wisdom and undying founts of love, Harbour evil and divinity And untold gifts bequeathed from worlds above. What now remains to conquer, still must win, The soul's release to usher godhead in.

The Spirit's Fields and Energies.htm The Spirit's Fields and Energies There are definingmoments in our lives And looking down the vista of the years We see appear as on a distant marge Events and personalities, the spheres That informed our human acts and helped define The being that we are and are to be. We spot an indistinct and hazy shape As on the blue horizon of the sea That as we stare grows luminously clear. In form and form appear before our eyes The godlike souls, the children of paradise Whose love invades this earthly atmosphere. In the godlike beauty of their eyes we see Grand and ancient souls inviting to seize And tap the spirit's

In the Garden of the Soul The brilliant roses planted in Thy name Are leafless now in winter's cold embrace, The sap within descended to the soil And of their beauty lingers not a trace. All our dreams of spring are dormant now As we look back remembering the sun That burned from human eyes in human form And know, though we cannot see, the battle won. Hearts once touched by the flower of her smile And minds pierced byher words, truth's javelin, No season's chill, no inclement atmosphere, No cloud of discontent can veil within The light that grows in earth and in our souls, Where blooms the silver rose of sacrifice And

Sonnet to the Lord His force protects, His love envelops me, His calm surrounds, I feel him everywhere, In the crowded rooms of life I could not be Without his love supporting me, the air I breathe is His, the subtle atmosphere Is charged with Grace and joy so deep and fair; Where His feet have trod I follow without fear To flowered groves and breathe the fragrant air, And all the glory that is and ever shall be Is found as we rise upon the golden stair To meet Him in His realm of majesty, For the gift of eternal life is waiting there. He is with us in the beauty of the ways His peace and bliss descend upon our days.

Teacher of My Soul Last night he came again to visit me. How silently he enters in my sleep, Through open doors of consciousness he glides, I hear no footsteps as I wake from deep And far horizons on the midnight tides To greet him in his humble majesty. Perhaps as stillness gathers round my core He'll help me through the hurdles and the falls From Grace.I see him standing by the door That opens on worlds my vision cannot see, He imparts The Knowledge when he calls, My mind to still, my spirit to break free. He is an ancient soul, a great vibhuti, And why he comes I truly cannot say Yet when he speaks I listen eagerly To this g

Retain the Light To screen the burning altar of the soul We place investitures of form and face Till all the strands of being coalesce And ignorance disappears to leave no trace. For long is the labour to weld a strength divine From scattered bits and hard inconscient rods Of being satisfied within itself And ego who feels commensurate with gods. A painful process seems the growth to light, In love with darkness we run and scamp and hide Fleeing the radiance that illumines our lives Enamoured of hate and pushing God aside We war on others and ever within ourselves, With evasive manoeuvres keep the peace at bay, Cover our ears to