Death   I am become as nothing, A hollow pit, A vacancy of sorrow, Unlifed, unlit; A ghost of empty silence, Afloat in dream, Through starless wastes of darkness, Across night's stream; Over voids of blank unseeing, Undwelt of God; A numb grey pain of being, A crumbled clod...   Why have You gone and left me Bereft of grace, Within this soundless, senseless Cold tomb of space?   — Yet with sweet memories of Your Love and light, Of Beauty now withdrawn from My stained dimmed sight; Of deep warm Joy overflooding Each cell with song, Of Life-founts rippling over In rapturous throng — P

Yearning   Evening stars and morning suns, And all the callous, vagrant runs Of empty days that cross the sea Of dark, unhallowed memory.. . Day in, day out, the fiend red sands Run through death's steely, glassy hands; And passion's waters break and roar, Tide in, tide out, upon thought's shore.   And Beauty that awakes to kiss The soul, but falls in pain's abyss; Losing all meaning in earth's mesh, All sanctity within the flesh.   When will You cut the devil-masks And give us all the spirit asks; Beyond Time's tainted sands and seas, Waft us to pristine purities? Page-46

The Waiting   Now that the rivers have begun to flow and the falls of gold from on high, The centre of the sun begins to unseal; We who have waited long begin to feel the breath of Your spirit, we begin to know the hour of the Descent is nigh.   No delusion this? Ah, Lord, do not delude us; say, is the hope too quick, the bliss too green to drink ungolden, untouched of the sun? Delay?... Pause? think?... The waiting is agony again. O globe of silent pain, bubble of the earth-foam, burst; win to free faith, a new birth; set free the will of the Word within that incarnates God on earth. Page-91

The Rune   There is a memory that has no tune, No shape for sense or ear or eye, A lonely thing, an age-old rune, Carved on the blue rocks of the sky.   When all our murmuring memories pass, Drifting across the seas of time, Winds of earth-loves among the grass, Adream with vibrant song and rhyme;   Within the Silence shall unfold The magic of the runic scroll, The characters of sun-burnt gold, Chiselled in fire upon the soul. Page-59

What Word of Fire   What word of fire, Goddess, what white spell, Swift-soaring upwards through these silent skies, May reach those worlds of splendour and surprise, Your home of love where all life's meanings dwell? Had we the purity we could compel You to come down to us; had we the eyes To see those veiled ineffable secrecies, The mystery of your being, there would well Within our hearts such inward power, we'd grow To utter loveliness and be with you, Free from the anguish of this senseless show, Free from the fiery rounds of death and birth, For ever in your sweetness fashioned anew, Till, Lady, you once more descend

Cities of Night   Last night we strayed into the lands of Night, Cities of death, where in the howling street Men walk wolf-eyed, dim evil-eyed, and cheat The mind to images of ghastly sight. Wildly they grope for power, and bite and fight, And kill the heart with passion's poisoned sweet, Burn black the lips with falsehood and deceit, Pollute and desecrate the soul's delight.   The shapes of all things cruel, dark, impure, Are gathered there in horrid slums of shame, And over all that filth, Night's veiling soot; Disdain, distress, despair fill every core Of being; wondering we asked, "Who is to blame, Whence fall the see

Alone   Walking alone, walking inside, Where the radiant lane of power goes straight Deep, deep within, I contemplate Your image wherein all truths abide.   Silent the way, and pure and white; The pressure of that ecstasy Dissolves the being into light: Alone with you, eternally. Page-100

The Rune Within   Listen in the silent night: There's a voice within your dream; When the phantom jazz takes flight, You will hear the singing stream:   The melody of some new morn, Sun-Word of the coming Birth, The mantra of the worlds unborn, A rune that sings beneath the earth. Page-114

The Gates of the Sun   Knock and knock at the gates of the sun, Unveil the golden planes, Where the shapes of the Light are spun, Beyond the earth-sky chains.   All the stars of knowledge have sunk, All wisdoms take their flight, Fall and falter like one dead-drunk, Upon the roads of night.   Madness heaves and a half-lit moon Goes swimming through the brain; Earth insists upon its boon, The waters on their pain.   Let the myriad sins grow still, The sorrows understand; Mould the old worlds to the Will That holds and powers your hand.   Come unfearing, knock and wait, The gates shall swing a

A Revelation   Love, something of your mystery Was shown to me tonight; The vision of your purity, The vision of your light.   The secret workings of your Power Were opened to mine eye, I saw within a silent hour Your eternities pass by.   The sacred wisdom, by your grace, Was then made known to me; I saw the beauty of your face Through all infinity.   The stars and suns and revelling seas  Put forth your deep delight, Gold streams of joy and shining peace Were unveiled to my sight.   The triumph of your winds and storms, Your exquisite, strange art, The rapture of your myriad forms,  Was poured