The Aspiration of My Life Make me conscious, doubt rescind, The spools of memory unwind, In a naked blaze of offering Union with Thee let me find. All my sorrows, all my tears Are spent, for Thee alone I pray And consecrate each conscious breath, Renew with every passing day The aspiration of my life, The promises my soul shall keep, In every cell repeat Thy name That from my heart a flame shall leap To meet the One who from me hides Yet in my greater self abides.

New Morning A mockingbird morning and the sky a song. Thrilled, my spirit lighter than the air Soared aloft among the winged throng That brightly flocked in coloured waves of prayer. A morning to see the wings of God unfold Transporting us to worlds above our dreams And wake to a vision every heart might hold, Of a golden light cascading down in streams As golden children whose eyes aflame with love Dance amidst our frail mortality; A psychic emancipation from above The ultimate sanction of divinity. From this plinth of matter we must r

Blessings of the One We are moved by a joy that hides within the stars And all the fine distractions of the world, Called by a being that seems asleep and curled On a plaited mat within these prison-bars. He said: "Our soul is not in us, we are Within the soul", and all our outward view Must redirect, our sight to see anew That which now is near and yet so far. Time slows and the years of search and seize Yield to the meditative inward look As if the pages of our life a book Of wonder sheaves caught by a sudden breeze, Illumined by the splendid rays of sun Baring the Self to vast experience; The life-force in the body, mind

For Mary Helen Where The Mother Is In the calm abode behind the heart I hear Thoughts that lie too deep for mind to sound A voice that in the stillness speaks so clear, The auditory province of the soul. I have looked into the very face of fear When body assailed by cancer's force grew pale, And felt the Presence drawing ever near And knew the Grace that guides with sure control Every moment's destiny and know That where the Mother is ourselves abide, And when we plunge in the Unknown we go Towards Her light that leads us to our goal, A life eternal gathered round Their feet, The Lord's embrace, most beautiful, most swee

Mary Helen, Soul of Light What star aloft could represent her soul That brighter shines than heaven's galaxies, Whose orbit trails the Mother's diamond light In joyous wake upon God's timeless seas. What planet, moon or nebula would turn From her brightening smile embracing time and space, Her self of calm and poise of settled bliss, Or dare refute those burning orbs of grace That look on life with heaven's tenderness, And symbolize the spirit's dateless quest. In her the truth of womanhood affirmed, Beloved one, blessed among the blest.

Fountain of the World's Delight.htm Fountain of the World's Delight I hold in the eye of memory A small and sacred anteroom Filled with a thousand offerings And flower tributes in full bloom. I climbed in silence stair by stair And entered a still and spaceless vast And seated there on a throne-like chair The world's supreme iconoclast. In a body beautiful and bright She smiled at me with love replete, Incarnate in Her house of light I knelt before her stainless feet. And all my being did resile From errant paths and denser ways For She my spirit held awhile And caught me in Her prescient gaze. Reborn in the presence of an ageless Fa

New Man Emerging Flesh upon ingenious rack of bone Am I, neighbour to the galaxies, And in my fragile house of form, alone Wed to earth and God's infinities. I am the flower at the precipice' edge, The turning of the earth by worm and vole, A thousand daily births by Nature's pledge To carry forth the progress of the Soul. Blindly I grew and largely unaware Of former selves, shadows of my sun, Yet foundered not for the Angel of God was there To guide and to protect a work begun In previous lives and wrought through pain and death That waking now I migh

The Chambered Nautilus A chambered nautilus is the sleeping soul In its pearly septum sealed to view, Captain of a craft without a goal Driven towards an unseen rendezvous. Venturing slowly from its time-made shell Through coral groves and walls like sapphire, In the ocean of life tumbled and tossed pell-mell In a body awash in the eddies of desire. Yet this is but a fragmentary show, In subterranean depths the gods prepare The voyage of a covert embryo To journey from the depths of our despair To worlds of sanctity and build anew A greater man imbued with ageless grace In golden forms beyond the mind's small view, Fore

To Touch Her Feet I have seen compassion smile on me And known beyond the mind's capacity To know, the love of the pure and Radiant One Whose vision formed the worlds and lit the sun. I sing of the Mother who in Her deep regard Could calm the chaos, expose the false facade Transforming matter with Her silent gaze To sow in earth the great awakening rays. With measured pace I crossed the burnished floor And bowed my head to touch Her golden feet As then she opened my spirit's inner door With fire blazing terrible and sweet. Before Her all desire fell subdued And the spark of consecration's flame renewed.

The Weaver If only Thy pale reflection men can see How then shall break the visionary sight That views the radiant sun in all its force A glory-reflecting beam as pale moonlight? Our vision must encompass greater worlds, From greater heights an eye must scan delight And all within us to a love transport And end the drama of our human plight. We wake and sleep to a music's tired rounds Cut deep in the grooves of habit's unchanging modes, Content to live and act in minor roles And only perhaps in dreams to front those roads Unpaved, unmarked that climb to the unknown. Yet ever in us a secret something grows Silent behind our loud and bu