Of Love and Oneness Beauty now my life's companion is And though I walk once more an unknown road Never shall close again the doors of bliss For an inner music has filled and overflowed This body, vaster than the sky or sea With the truth that lives upon the spirit's height; A yearning body calling only Thee In whom I found the source of all delight. Her grace descending through the vasts of time Her face before me on my journeying From light to light shall be my upward climb: Of love and oneness only now I sing.

The Maker^s Art.htm The Maker's Art How She has moulded the unwilling clay! Recalcitrant, obtuse and ego-willed, To realize that all we do or say Is seen in clouded light and error-filled Until the soul shall sing upon the heights And drive the engine of the body-mind, Exultant cells awake divine delights And every breath attuned, no longer blind To truth and love and beauty, life divine Upon this earth oppressed by man, despoiled, Their lives the living symbol and the sign Of Godhead's will, for this through ages toiled, Their sacrifice, the suffering endured. We cannot plumb the darkness they have seen While we are in such ignorance immured

God's Design_.htm God's Design Time and tribulations test the soul And earth experience is temporal, Eternity's far-off illusive goal Appeals to few and fewer hear its call. I have packed a dozen lifetimes into one, Experience upon experience And yet, a neophyte, the work undone For which I took this birth, a reticence To probe assiduously the depths unknown. Have I loved too well this earth my soul ensnared, Has Nature been too bountiful and sown Too generously her gifts, too freely shared? And yet her timeless blooms can outlast time! The lotus bud that opens in my heart Is the self-same flower that pushes through mud and slime And it but

Towards A Far-Off Certain Goal Alone in the Alone and yet alone, Unable to unwind the cords of grief All music recalled the sadness in her voice And beauty shook me like a falling leaf. The hours chained me to a karmic wheel, Day slipped into night, the seasons flew And sorrow set its signature and seal Upon my heart as desolation grew. Then slowly as the fog lifts over land Revealing the faint tracery of trees My sight returned, no more could death demand From human tears his daily draught to seize. Through pain and loss a wider being grown Feels the sure emergence of the soul Aware that none is truly left alon

Starlight and Moon-Drift Heart-rending loveliness in time, Horizon light of eternity Cloud-curtain lifted, a new sun-climb Above this sapphire dome of sky. In the dense of space a glowing dot What if a hundred times it rise And draped in darkness we see it not Burning, burning before our eyes, Ruby, diamond, and opal rays, Within us glows the self-same light Consuming the heavy nescient haze. Though I am starlight and moon-drift tonight.

The Stone Mason One learns to feel the nature of the stone And understand the way it must be faced. The artist's hands are rough but his heart is true, He sees the beauty others cannot see Who look at rock and rubble at their feet, But more than this he knows that every stone Must harmonize with others in the wall. There is an architecture he must build, A harmony that he alone can find Among the dazzling patterns and the hues. His art does not condone the use of lime Or concrete peering from each interface. With a level eye he measures pitch and point, An elegance creates that must endure All seasons and the wearing down of time. The c

Live the Light We Are Within An inner music tunes the ear To sounds unheard that disappear In the turbulent and noise-polluted mind. When ears are closed to humankind Little there is that we can hear. When we are by confusion led, At every step a dark 'instead' Turns us from the destined way To vanity or roads that stray, Then we are less alive than dead. A consciousness now seeks to win (No more to err, no longer sin) From nether forces that control Both life and mind, our very soul And live the light we are within.

The Hearth In Which The Holy Fire Burns. I thank you O my body for these years And all that you have borne of my abuse, The excesses of youth, desire filled, And illnesses that I allowed to pass Through the subtle envelope protecting me. I worked for him, the father that I loved Pushing you past the limits of your strength, Servant of my soul, the spirit's home. I thank you for the days that I have left For the eternal moment that is now And for the future and these sleep filled hours Of quiet and regenerating sleep. I shall care for you, no longer to despoil The temple ground, the sacred inner site, The hearth i

Music of the Prayerful Heart A thousand lyrics wait upon the song That lies unsung upon the lips of man, Melodies of soul for which we long And poetry unheard since time began. An impress of divinity we feel And sometimes glimpse in rare refracted light; A splendour on our smallness seems to steal And lift the opaque curtain of the night, The ignorance that holds our hearts in thrall, The greed that grows beyond all self control The frantic pace that blinds us to the call And sorrow that exerts its painful toll, All joy of life subservient to need, A monotony in which all higher thought Accedes to base necessities

Sanctify with Love Soon daffodils will break the crust of earth And crocus flower cheerful in the snow And all these silent harbingers of birth Will move the heart and everywhere I go The eye arrest, enchant for my delight The fragrant earth ablaze like a moving prayer To displace the dark hegemony of night. And I shall kneel at peace for in our care Are gardens of a consciousness to build Not yet descended to this mortal zone But waiting till the ego soul is killed, Desire dead, the inner vision grown To encompass life and sanctify with love Our labour to the One in whom we move.