Dreams the Eternal Sows What then shall we learn when we believe all is known, A knowledge trivial accumulate Or cultivate a garden poorly sown By mind with weeds allowed to vegetate And rampant run among the few and rare Varieties entrusted to our care. Descents of inspiration and delight Settle in silence in the listening heart Illumining out thoughts with vision's sight, Creative force of Nature's highest art. As peace within our members spreads and grows We open to the dreams the Eternal sows.

Wonder Without Cease As a youth unconscious, unaware I revelled in the mystic life of soil And verdant branches fragrant, flower-hung, Her mysteries revealed in youthful toil. For as I laboured and into manhood grew I sensed a sealed divinity in things Felt a Grace surround yet hardly knew The occult Presence that in the life-force sings. Years have passed and genius I have seen, God-men who see beyond the walls of form And comprehend the soul within the seed Awake to the wisdom that works in star and storm. And now I feel at times that perfect peace, The secret Will and wonder without cease.

To Mother Unveil the Soul How fervently we yearned to see Her smile And bask within her tyranny of light, Her look exposing all our sheaths of guile, Her force that tore the coverings from sight And faintly let us glimpse yet hardly see, - For we would not survive if She revealed Before our eyes the omnipotentmajesty - The Mother of all Worlds,from men concealed, Garbed in human form for human eyes To love and all-too-human hearts to know, Exhorting us to wake and realize The god within, to rise and overthrow The demon power, usurper of the throne, Unveil the soul and live for Her alone.

Man in Transition Ever we chase Thee through the years Across the fields of destiny, Or hobbled by our hopes and fears Stumble on towards entropy, Visionless, profess to know The meaning of our sojourn here, The candles of our minds aglow In reason's stifling atmosphere. The touchstone of the soul we need To separate the dross from gold, A soil in which to plant the seed, A flame of faith that shall uphold The spirit's quest upon our earth, As nearer draws the Godhead's birth.

Soul of Man A sacred shrine unvisited Neglected, hidden from our sight Nestled in its mystic bed In the jungle of our day and night, An icon in a dusty place Cobweb-filled and left to lie Forgotten in our frantic pace To live awhile before we die. Such is the soul ignored by man In its pure and timeless state, With us since the world began, Witness of our destined fate. Softly now it wakes our hearts To other than we believe or see And calls before this breath departs To shake the drowse of life's ennui.

Disciples Among Seers He who is awake within our sleep Knocks gently at the prison-doors of mind Reminding us of promises to keep To free the soul, the shroud of fate unwind. Drugged though we be in matter's giant swoon, We hear the muffled voice, a glint perceive That makes of night a brightness as the noon, His words attend: "I come, do not grieve". For we shall wake to shore the knots of time And cleave the chains that bind us to the past, Admitted to a deep and vast sublime, The reign of truth where life with love is cast. Nor shall we turn again to face the night Of ignorance that tied us to our fears, Our petty gains,

To Mary Helen Heroic One Heroic one, warrior soul, Spirit climbing to divinity, Hard your path and far the goal, Yet through your eyes God smiles at me. In the silence, in the sound I walk beside you gratefully, For by Her grace our way is found And love shall bloom eternally. We have knelt before the feet That touching earth all life shall change, Our hearts in adoration greet The light no darkness can estrange, No force can slow, no power stay The might of that transforming Ray.

I Have Planted Seeds I have planted seeds when earth and I were young And prone embraced the clouds to drink the sky, Melded my rhythms to soar with winged ones And slowly grew to learn my destiny. Infinitesimal flowers spoke to me Of beauty known to sage and saint and seer And the brown land smiled as I felt her quickened pulse When spring burst forth the glory of the year. All seasons hold me in their mystic thrall, Days of frost and ice as crystals seen And snow the blanket lovingly draped across Her body, protector of the future's green. Long have I watched the pageantry displayed By gracious hand bestowing on the eye

Presence of the Bride Have we reached the understanding that we know No thing at all, for mind's duality Denies the wisdom that in our hearts must grow Beyond the ego's insularity. A stasis interrupts the will to be Other than this hampered puppet-form A sameness and a drab reality Impress their stamp, perpetuate the norm. And when we soar we crash with failing wings Unable to sustain the upward thrust And pleasure take in dull familiar things Casting from us constant faith and trust. Yet ever we return to start again Knowing there is only one recourse, To rise above the little self, sustain The sheer and sudden ad

In This House of Grace The past is past and sadly though we grieve For greatness lost mid life's unkind defeats, And dreams once bright now dimmed to dusky sleep, At every step this outer darkness meets The spectre of an inner Witness Soul, Its radiance veiled to frail and faulty sight, Our cause to be and why we suffer change, That seeks to bind by sheer intense delight Our human selves to Godhead's vast embrace And meet the Mother in this house of grace. This earthly life is other than it seems Our mortal trials a spur to higher things, On near horizons the brilliant Truth-Light gleams And in our hearts the heavenly poet si