Stillness Like An Ocean Music, the remembrance of thy love, In future lives will weave its melody Into the silver silence of my soul. As the magic of the dance enraptured me, I longed for beauty all my life to know As Nature held me in her vast embrace. The seasons now with bliss undying swell, My fount of hours overflows with Grace. I gaze upon thy face and all is well And shall be well when beauty comes to stay. How I have loved the warmly setting sun And dawn with all her glories on display, Bright snow upon the ridges of the world, The soil of earth on whose warm breast I lay And mountains rising up towards heaven's

O My Beloved O my beloved with the eyes that heal How often have I bathed in those bright seas And in their depths diviner love did feel Above the sorrow of the centuries. The years have flown, the ship of time sails on, The oceans of the world now chart my home, Old cloaks discarded for the new I don No more the restless vital self to roam. I move towards familiar distant shores, In the shaping of a world participate, Wherever I turn I see an open door Of welcome; is it then my spirit's fate To walk among the sanctified and pure And know within the One in whom you dwell, All darkness and desire to abjure, The thought-streams

The Dancers The music came and on the ear of night Merged and swelled as from a harp of bliss, Its harmonies descending in delight, Its melodies like the beloved's kiss. These finite bodies singing circled round The lantern representative of soul Chanting as one who inner peace has found, In silence hears the distant oceans roll And in his depths repeats the sacred Om. In that moment when the hours disappeared One saw the dancers moving through the room, In perfect synchronicity they neared As suddenly there rose from the heart's core A hymn of gratitude, a song of light, Eternal chords unlocked an inner door To beauty and the e

Music Like an Anthem of the Soul Music like an anthem of the soul In waves of ecstasy descending came, One body sang, one voice rose up in prayer Calling on the great transforming Name To guide the heart to realms of unsung bliss And catch the unvoiced stanzas of delight, To open wide through sound the spirit's door This finite life to bear the Infinite: Chanting the hymns of love that made the world, Intoning the stanzas of the odes divine, United tongues a new creation sing Embracing all, the deity enshrine.

How to Tell a Father He asked me to hear him sing. Confusion lined his face, "They keep telling me Shh and hush me down." I played a note, he sang. How to tell a father That he could no longer hear The music that sustained him Through all the pain-filled years And in the days of joy? The choir was his home, A loft in a little church Free for an hour from care And the burdens that he bore. A first deafness perhaps Or something of the ear, What sadness in his eyes As his world fell apart. How to tell a father . . .

Know Ourselves At Last The sorrow of the world shown in his eyes, The poison man inflicts on the divine, His gifts returned unopened, life denies The beauty and the sacrificial wine Of love and truth, the blessings infinite. Enamoured still of dark, unchanged we toil And still upon our heads he pours delight, Invests his peace upon our mortal soil That unimpeded we may grow towards light Divested of the burden of the past, Remove the blinders that occlude our sight And in his presence know ourselves at last.

Supreme Delight Feb. 12, 2011 The soundless owls startled into flight Circle the banyan and return to rest In the hollows sculpted from the living branch. It is the fruiting season and the figs Draw flocks of parrots, mynah birds and more To feast and laugh and raucous, celebrate The season of the plentiful delight. We sit beneath the tree and meditate As bits and pieces fall upon on our heads, We who would be free of the bonds of night And with each breath inhale supreme

Beyond the Mental Fortress And so it is with all things in this life, We pass unknowing through the doors of fate Or seeming chance directs our every move, We choose to be alone or congregate With others of our kind, the rest we shun Closing the doors of consciousness and light And shut the system down to ease our fears Of the unknown, we have lost the grace of flight. Seldom do we hear and rarely see With the attentive sense that once was ours. We have sacrificed so much yet have not grown Beyond the mental fortress and its towers Built with airy, crumbling blocks of dream. O light that cleaves the darkness of our days

The Immortal Destiny of Man A felonious assault upon the sense, A body bruised and battered by the days Aware that death remains the great offence Troubled is the soul by Nature's ways. One cannot comprehend the millions slain Upon the altar of the 'good' and 'right', The deep necessity of grief and pain, Evil's triumph and the reign of night. We cannot grasp the sole reality Or know the working of a higher plan That executes with supreme simplicity The immortal destiny of man.

Thy Sacrifice Has Bought This longing that strains the very breath, These hopes that will not die, A certitude outlasting death And life's indignity. A dream of unexploited earth, A vision of crystal skies, The crucible for higher birth And heaven's majesties. Descend again with stainless feet O Beauty touch our soil, Cleanse our hearts of all deceit That we may knowing toil And hasten towards the golden day The centuries have sought And walk upon the golden way Thy sacrifice has bought.