New Anthems to the One A greater music waits unscored above, Its cadences too fine for human ear, Its harmonies unheard in earth's dull air The rapture-chant of the eternal Seer. We've sung so many masses for the dead And requiems to God's great sacrifice, Shall there be no oratorios to light Or overtures that rise to Paradise. Might we wake to His rhythms beyond time And dance that frees the soul to wonder-flights, The melodious song of heaven in our hearts And descant voices calling from the heights. We will compose new anthems to the One Whose ecsta

Prayer to the Mother for Purification Cleanse from me Mother the sediment within, Thy love in streams of grace ever flowing May I feel thee in the rising of the day, Remember thee when the sun is in the glowing. Peel away the mask that I have built In this frail attempt to seem unique and bold Purify a heart that beats for thee, Break the rigid strictures of this mould. Still the busy rambling mind to peace, May all my thoughts thy image apprehend The body obeisant open to thy force, To the advancing Truth my soul attend. Though the hour is close the body of darkness rears, Its falsehood dying as the god-light

O Luminous One O luminous One I bow before Thy feet And all my yearning soul to Thee consign, I wander now in deep tranquillity Among the flower-paths and would be Thine, Yet all the outer shell remains oblique And still I fall into the ingrained ways Where self-control is lost and ego rides Upon my back and anger rears and neighs, But briefly now these moments of regress, For deep within my heart a Presence dwells And in our mortal soil a truth-light grows. Descending now a heavenly music swells, A sudden joy our sorrow overtakes And to Thy touch the sleeping soul awakes.

Cradle of the Superhuman Birth In the flower-studded meadows of my youth In hemlock forests dense and deep with peat I walked on mossy paths in search of truth And in my heart the love of wildness beat. Attracted to the woods, the rushing streams The trails that led to deeper secrets trod A child alone in the landscape of his dreams A soul in turmoil searching for its God. How vast the world beyond the body's door Such joy beheld to make the spirit weep, Within a realm of wonder to explore As consciousness awakened from its sleep. The inalterable progression of the years Allotted time to pray and contemplate T

Consecrated Ground In my heart a Presence felt as pain, A momentary pressure on the wall Of self, it ebbs then presses forth again Responding to the inner being's call. O might it pierce this thickened envelope A passage make to free the winged soul To join with God, its overriding hope Amid the earthly tides that fiercely roll Upon the shores of time and seize the man, A prisoner on isolated bars Where surging forces rush to thwart the plan That lies concealed within the silent stars. O fount of all the wonders still to be Prepare the ground I consecrate to Thee.

Call 1/27/01 The complex stratagems of mind fit ill The heart that loving seeks through love Thy Will, Through adoration by the scented flame That glows upon the altar of Thy Name; Whose consecrated energies are spent In prayerful moments seeking Thy descent, Responding to a deep persistent call And remembered face that holds his soul in thrall.

In the Hurried Lives of Men Sincerity must deepen then the Grace In plenitudes of force and might descends Into the very fibre of our race And the severed strands of peace and oneness mends. We call with stifled voice, with half-meant prayer, To an unseen God on heights beyond our ken, Unknowing as yet or largely unaware Of His presence in the hurried lives of men. We need the decisive turn, the childlike trust A faith that knows and love that freely gives, A release of all our being from the lust That drives our days and deep within us lives. O radiant Light dispel the mind-born mist That stays the hour and suffers the

For Thou Art Here Thou hast borne my aberrations, my revolts, My senseless turning from the luminous cave To dwell in sordid cities of desire, Outstretched to me thy hand to guide and save From self-destruction in the vital ways Or self-absorption in emotion's rule. Thou leadest me but never goad nor prod Employ in thy gentle training school, Forbearing all my wilful insurgencies, Rebellion and the lack of gratitude, My ignorance supplanting by a light Revealing the path in illumined quietude. My dissonances meld to harmony For Thou art here, my soul's infinity.

A Greater Music March 23, 2001 A far and haunting melody Like something caught at the edge of dream, A song of human destiny Came flowing in a golden stream. Before it all our music pales, Our harmonies seem a monotone, Our complex erudition fails And art an imitation grown And weak attempt to catch the strain Of a music from our higher spheres That falls to earth as a subtle rain, Fades and suddenly reappears. A tremolo on a silver string Draws the soul from its secrecy, A chant the astral choirs sing, A conch that blows on Triton

For I Am Man I have been lulled by the rocking of the sea And felt earth's beating heart beneath my feet, Dreamed of love in cloud-filled summer skies And welcomed winter's chill at fall's retreat. For I am man emerging from the child With childlike wonder ever guiding me, I seek to hold and longing would possess This earthly life and immortality. Yet am I error-filled, my life at odds With the light that ever entrance seeks At the closed and iron gate, the shuttered door, And rarely do I hear the voice that speaks Of higher aims exhorting all my soul To break the hold of body-mind and free The spirit pent and ever so rudely chained