O Magnum Mysterium 12/26/01 O great and holy mystery Hold us ever close Strengthen our fidelity Make bloom the mystic rose. Word of our desiring, Voice of unknown spheres Music we were born to sing Fill our song-starved ears. In the choral evening's hymn, At daybreak's symphony When all the stars Thy splendour limn In moon-touched harmony Help us pen immortal odes Upon the slate of space, Meet Thee on untrodden roads And hold Thy perfect face An icon in ou

At Her Feet In an everlasting moment of the soul I knelt by Her and felt the force of Grace Envelop me and penetrate my tears And looked upon the vision of a face That knew the genesis of all our pain, Our births and deaths, future, present, past, Enfolding mortal life in Her embrace That in a mould divine She might recast The human spirit foundered in its form, Unable still through atavism's laws To break in cell and gene the higher light, And join the human portion to its Cause. By Her, in Her, through Her we shall awake, Be done with death and entropy defeat, All-beauty tune our minds, all-love our hearts And bow in joy's submi

To R.Y. Deshpande The Hidden Springs of Poetry Deep within the soul there lie The hidden springs of poetry Whose source abides in realms unseen And planes infallible and free. With a silent mind we wait The word that shall regenerate, The song scarce heard yet inly known, The force that in us shall create The perfect hymn, the peerless line, The mantra that is Godhead's sign. To gain this Grace no time is long For to its light our days incline, Our aspiration's fires burn To briefly in that air sojourn.

Toll of the Mighty Bell We are jerked and pulled as marionettes on strings, Puppets of an unseen force and fate, Moved by the karma of long-forgotten deeds, Our joys our lusts, our anger and our hate, The offspring of a residue of lives, Yet more as the growing soul within attests For with each birth that follows death's long sleep The psychic being greater light invests. A memory - a moment in timelessness Where worlds were by the silent witness viewed At the cosmic edge where night and day conjoin, And the quest for the Lord of Life renewed. The bishop mid his opulent mysteries, The simple monk in his dark and sombre cell,

Paean to My Grandmother I remember little but her radiant smile That broke on us, children that we were, Yet felt a love that brightened all the sky When we gathered by her bed to honour her. There are ancient souls who come to earth to bless And though but five, within I was aware That she who radiated joy and light On her bed of pain saw beauty everywhere. I can recall her children's love as well Who bore in their hearts a sorrow for her fate And each the other helped to ease her ills That by their care her agony might abate. I recollect no cry broke from her lips, And she all suffering with grace endured And no complai

Father, Daughter,and Son The fear within so devastating, bare, He could not speak the word, his voice now caught, Hopeless of possibility, in pain, Hoarsely whispered to me, features distraught, "The C Word" and all his anguish spilled. A daughter sole, possessed of matchless grace All perfections in her bosom held, Of her vibrant spirit hardly now a trace. For she lay dying as we sat in our despair Awaiting in tears the racking final breath, Yet still she strove, unwilling to loose The cords of life and greet the spectre, death. Then silently her husband came to her. And kneeling held her spent and ravaged frame, A fin

To a New Reality Tuned not to the wakened God we feel Only the currents of our mortality, As if this chiaroscuro of life were real And all our former lives a fantasy. Yet are there moments when we draw within And sense or feel a Presence secretly Reminding us of our occult origin, Though we but listen momentarily. Aware or not the evolution proceeds And the prize for which we came must still be won, To ferret out the false and learn the needs Of soul at the dawn of a greater sun. Yet in a dramatic hour all can change, Expose the tenebrous treacheries that lie Embedded in our tissues,disarrange Their potencies of death that nu

A Voice He Must Obey He felt the emptiness of futile acts, The waste of words without the force to change, The brilliant summaries of brilliant minds That posited their sureties in strange And abstruse symbols, arcane fields of thought Pegged to the cognoscenti or chosen elite But could not move the heart nor touch the soul With light and all their aptitude effete To those who search for truth's awakening Ray That lives behind the obvious form of things And seeks to penetrate impervious clay, The shell of all our dark imprisonings. Turning to the inmost depths more real Than the fanciful imaginings of dreams He sought the wi

Flame of God On far horizons and approaches near I hear a million-voiced choir, the music of man, I see him in his labour toil in pain For sustenance since consciousness began To aggrandise for a moment round his star The plenitudes entrusted to his care. I too have lived within the ego's shell Only now a little broken here and there By the influx of a great transforming might, The radiant gaze of a magnetizing look That holds me willing captive to a course The soul has chosen, reaching for the hook Of truth on which the future's fate depends As falsehood holds the world in its dying grasp And evil yet stays the reign of light and l

Upon the Threshold I hold Thee close, a vision to attain Despite the daily perfidies of mind, Desire's play, body's intransigence And habit's tendrils tight around me twined. I know Thee for a Presence and a Grace And slowly to Thy thrilling touch awake, My life a prayer grown ever more intense My soul aware within Thy gifts partake. Purify this being Thou hast held Through lives unknown and journeys without end And births unnumbered countless as the stars All my consciousness on Thee attend. We stand upon the threshold of a world Whose light of truth shall mitigate the pain Of otherness with which we've clothed our kind, A