God's Design.htm God's Design Who turns from Me I hold him closer still Till all rebellion cease I shall not yield The soul to darkness or to death the will Of spirit to possess the truth revealed To wisdom that resides within the soul And joy for which the earth and man were born. The darkness that upon the spirit stole Is harbinger of an eternal morn Of which the flowers speak in sunlit spheres The aspiration of earth in fragrant bloom And all the birds rejoice as beauty nears, A radiance beyond this earthly room Of sighs and sorrows, death and deep

Return to Beauty Oct. 8, 2011 Autumn now, a single crocus blooms And calls my soul to worship and adore Each passing year I see it rise between The paving stones and I have seen before How souls in anguish struggle towards the light When all the darkness of the world surrounds And only seems inevitable the night, The darkness that in human hearts abounds. Yet spring in all its glory will arrive, And hope shall bloom again and men shall strive To find the light and reckon not the cost Return to beauty all that once deemed lost.

Through the Windowsill of Mind I am lifted up but then I fall, The persisting past makes mockery Of present tense yet through it all Some act of God protecting me. How is it that I cannot rise Above a certain lowly state A place that soul and heart despise Yet still to which I gravitate. Will I have the strength, unfailing will To categorically refuse The thoughts that through the windowsill Of mind wreak still their vain abuse?

O Perfect Rose Full-petalled rose what secrets lie Within the perfume of your heart, You have witnessed nations die Your emblem worn as the bloody art Of men who carried you to war, And on your dress of summer green You wear the thorn, a metaphor For wounds in battles you have seen. Your beauty mocks the evil sown In all for whom you are the Queen Of love and honour and the Unknown Who lives in us as one unseen, Your loveliness is symbol bright, O perfect rose, our soul's delight.

There Is There is a sweetness breathes upon the air, A fragrance from those heavenly altitudes, It has no counterpart on earth so fair And comes to us in silent indrawn moods, Companion of a light we seldom see, Accompanied by sounds we cannot hear, It blazes at the spirit's apogee Descends then vanishes to reappear In moments of the Gods that rarely we Descry beyond the provinces of mind; It burns within our hearts eternally Yet is almost impossible to find. There is a joy known only to the soul That sometimes breaks on our impoverished days, A truth that answers to the inward call To live in the protection of its rays. T

Ignorant We Live of God^s Design.html Ignorant We Live of God's Design Mother we call you from our wounded souls As we stand upon the crossroads of a world, We who hoped that deeper faith and trust Might draw the darkness out, annul the night As flowers reach always for the light. But all is mixed and sorrow's potion strong And bitter is the draught of infamy That crushes bones of innocents and builds It empty structures on the graves of men By greed to conquer and through power reign. Where now the melodies the heart once knew, The rhythms and the music of the stars? The earth is in upheaval and the good Seems trampled by the feet of the unclean And ho

The Hymns of All the Heavens The music of our voices now is heard Above the turbulence of human seas, He comes to us in silence and in sound The messenger of diviner melodies Inspiring our efforts to transcend, Incessant its assault upon our ears Unbearable its notes devoid of love, The rock-hard beat of soul-forgetful years, A music of the base instincts of man, That we may know when darkness comes to end Our songs as prayer arising from within Aspiring in oneness to descend The choral odes, the music of the stars, The hymns of all the heavens one with ours.

In This Charged and Sacred Place In all their deep eyes glistening A light, a lustre sweetly stole Softly each enveloping As a diamond aureole. Upon these souls that did attend This home of godly atmosphere A radiance I saw descend And felt the Lord and Mother near. Between the words a silence lay Like the mirrored stillness of a lake Or the calm approach of an auspice day When with an inner ear we wake To a faint familiar flutelike call. A golden chain there seemed around, A Grace supreme encircling all And once again I looked and found That all these souls were truly one, For in this charged and

On the Road In this time capsule of the road I live within a steel cocoon, The miles speed by, the garish signs Promising the empty boon To sate the ravenous appetite, Fill mind with desultory dreams. The miles speed by and all my soul Seems rapt in other worlds, the streams Of music melding with the tires. My thoughts roam far beyond these wheels And sounds impinge upon my ears From a place beyond this life's ordeals, The quiet of an Ashram's pea

When We Open the Inner Door Now stealthy age upon my hours creeps Though youth resides a sapling in my heart, Yet the Man of Sorrows in my bosom weeps For beauty I have seen this earth depart. What know I of the soul, of others' thought, In the complexity of earthly things, At times I am a dream, a shadow caught In thinking mind's relentless questionings. There are moments few within the spirit's glow When life is seen by different eyes than these, An inner self no longer needs to know, Calm it waits and striving not to please But gather life into its vast embrace. All seeking is an inner knowing's core, All presence