The One Constant How shall we speak of gratitude Who lean to the call of the day's desire Impassioned, blind, in aspect crude We cannot fan the spark to fire. A greater Love has moved our soul But small our means and mean our will To follow the path of an unseen goal Where life must pause and mind must still And body bear descending force Atomic in lethargic cell, Annihilating mind's recourse To reason where it lives to dwell. Yet is every moment tinged with light And Grace comes streaming softly down, Through the tangled skeins of earthly plight The veiled Creator extends the crown. For now no longer can we hide O

Silently, For Amal on my birthday Secret Splendour 7/29/01 I have lived in cloistered sovereignty King of all the nonessential things, A dreamer awash in unreality Where thoughts unbidden on invisible wings Fly into mind's corridors unmanned. What is this narrow entity, this "I", That struggles to regain its high command, A vestige now of former lives that vie Reluctant to bear the burning flame within. Slowly the outer walls erode and fall, And Ego's crust continues to wear thin, A face I glimpse, from ages past recall:

Moment of Truth In the rising of evil when the black Fiend's voice Exhorts jihads in the name of the Righteous One And legions of his followers rejoice As innocents are slain, death's hour begun Once more upon the stained and bloodied earth, The soul of man is in the balance weighed, Where demon forces fight to stay the birth Of Truth engendering love, the Word obeyed That leads the soul to its higher destiny. The armies of darkness seek to quench the light. The golden age awaits humanity When overcome is our compact with the night.

Soul-Flower A flower whose name I do not now recall Blossoms in the centre of my heart, A rose perhaps of psychic offering Or mystic lily of the Maker's art. Long has it lain asleep in dormant bud, But now in the warmth and blaze of its refound sun Unfolds to beauty and the touch divine Yielding in sweetness to the fragrant One, An opening made in the dense clay of self, But the full and final flowering awaits The momentous change, the true decisive turn Toward the sound that ever reverberates In our souls and in ourselves, the mantric Aum. And when we live in that subtle state of grace All will be changed for suddenly we see That li

New World Descending There is so much poignant beauty here And greater riches waiting to descend, I hear a music from an unknown sphere Singing of joys I scarce can comprehend, A song entrancing, voicing the secret bliss, Awaiting the dual Advent's response to our plea, The godhead's stamp and seal, the sacred kiss, The single tone of infinite harmony. For we have seen Her walk on dove-white feet Clearing the golden pathway for our lives Where the shadows of our habit-selves retreat And the aspiration of the heart survives. In the busy desert of our days

Memoriam Aeternam Gone are the realized souls of late, and where? Do they now reside in realms of sacred sleep Or the body of the earth prepare, God's promise of a life divine to keep? With fire-bright eyes they looked upon weak and brave And cast their joy on all who seeking sought Their intercession and ever a blessing gave To souls who in the net of life were caught. How shall we now remember them who live Without the need of human form or face, Who dwell with us and ever our faults forgive And guide us to the Mother's vast embrace.

Fount of Gratitude I am weary of the sorrows of this world And all the sordid business men call life Yet cannot turn away for I belong, Participant and author of my strife. Humanity embattled seeks its soul Amid diversions manifold and sweet The Tempter throws as baubles to a child Hoping the psychic being to unseat And leave the throne untended for a while. Forgetting we might dally and delay Consumed by acquisition, immersed in greed The lamp untrimmed no longer light our way. A deep and ancient memory awakes Within the walls of waking self and calls, A muted voice reminding of our quest Despite our painful stumbles

The Moments of God Hidden in the vast archives of sleep Or drained from storage cells of memory We lose too soon in some forgetful deep The moments of God in our humanity. Yet the soul remembers the smallest things, A word that woke the wistful heart to seek, The leap of joy the psychic contact brings A face recalling former lives, the meek And humble stirrings of consciousness in man. And while the outer being plays and dreams The spirit sees with eyes that higher scan The vistas where the golden river streams, And seeks to reunite and divinise This bodily life, to God acclimatise.

On the Borderlands of Prayer I saw on some unshrouded plane Where heaven's golden fire blazed The death of Falsehood, evil slain, And then a rose-like chalice raised To slake our thirst for God's advent, A cup eternal, Grace-filled, fair, A symbol of divine descent On the borderlands of prayer. I saw Truth leap across mind's bars And day assault night's dynasty, The trespass of a million stars Upon the Void's infinity. Whatever burdens we must bear To gain the soul's recovery Knowing, we shall not despair Or grieve for lost divinity, For He whose calm sustains the Light Descended here to lift earth-kin

Cherry Tree It was the very essence of a tree And called my youth's embrace upon its boughs To pluck its tart and luscious fruits with glee A treasure of my childhood's memory. Now boyhood days are spent, the family gone And years have flown since last I saw it bloom. Imprinted in my cells its joy lives on And in my heart I've found a wider room That gathers to a vision of harmony The life-force at the living heart of things, The rising sap that crowns the mystery Of earth and all the glories heaven brings To man who in his mystic self is free And wakes to glimpse unveiled divinity.