The Wanderer to Mother I am the wanderer who finding home Across the seas ten thousand miles away In ancient lands beneath a burning sun, Returns again to the soil that saw me born. Now time and distance pale beneath your gaze, The years condensed to points upon the path That you have willed this errant one to tread. I am a bridge across two continents, Carrying the cargo of the self To be off-loaded that my soul be free Of all the burdens of the heavy past, Emptied, and filled with wonderful soul-desire No more the heavy weight of earthly cares But lightened now, moving towards your feet.

Song to Beauty O frozen beauty on the heights, Snow clad peaks that few would dare, Seen from thirty-thousand feet, A dream vision beyond compare. O beauty in the forest's heart Scent of hemlock groves and pine, I would ever wander there And merge my silent soul with thine. O beauty of the fragrant fields Where I have walked and found relief Shuffling off these mortal woes, The pain of loss, the sting of grief. O beauty that I cannot see, But bow before thy divinity.

In Thee I Have Found Rest Now the rains, as lightning sears the sky, And though the drought remains within this heart And sorrow lingers like a departing friend, Through long days that stretch into the night, I labour at the tasks I must complete Before the spirit leaves, the honoured guest, The body that now weakens with the years, A mind forgetful of the daily grace That leans to earth and blesses pure intent. Better that we cannot see the end, For with each breath there still is time to grow. The gardens beckon and the chant of OM. In Thee I have found rest, my heavenly home.

Progenitor of Birth I believe the inner stress that heralds change Opens doors once shut to mortal thought And through the numbing pain of body's trials And the grief we feel for that which we have lost, An opportunity to rise above ourselves, Our human weakness and our long-held woes, To come into a place known long before The entry into birth, the shock of life That brings with it forgetfulness of soul And the destined goal for which we suffered birth. Youth is a blessing, age a blessing too, For one can, in the torrid race with time Outrun the past and into wholeness leap, Beauty the progenitor of birth, Love the manifest di

Louisiana Bayou 6/23/09 I remember well the silence on the boat As we began the bayou tour that day The water grass so thick it seemed like land, A stillness covered all, the sky steel-grey. A sudden fear as we came upon the snakes Sunning themselves on limbs of fallen trees, Poisonous and lethal moccasins. Faintly in the distance by some cays Children were swimming in the turbid stream Unmindful of danger, unconcerned with death. And then a great white owl at its kill Rose swiftly as we passed, we held our breath As the guide now warning us to call If snakes dropped from the branches close above. Yet there is beauty here and ghostly bl

Let My Song Burst Forth I tread on paths of light with darkened soul Seeking in the recesses of mind And the unending labyrinth of thought The thread of all lives past that led me here, To purge from vital self the gross impure, From ego-self the separative sense Awaking consciousness that lay asleep In the folds of blissful ignorance to rise And lead this being so ordained, Narad, The mediator who stands between two worlds, The heavens and an earth in transience. Let my song burst forth O heavenly Queen And resonate in hearts that seek and pray Fearful of mortal life's brief passage here, Desirous so of truth distilling pe

The Divinity in All 9/7/09 Here among the oak and maple trees So dense the sun comes dancing like a jewel Reflected in the verdant, glowing leaves I too reflect on the infallible Purpose of our evolution's goal. These days are soil for many a leafy thought, Revelations come without a call, I meditate on those whose lives are fraught With trouble and appalling days of loss And those who in this flying world are caught By circumstance or karmic woes across The spectrum of their lives, who fought Through cycles of unending births in time. Yet there are those possessed of deep belief Who welcome the challenge and the perilous climb,

Such a Simple Dream   All is beautiful now In this midnight hour And I am filled with peace, Waking from a dream In which I heard her speak This once in seven years. She said, 'Willoughby (Our great white Persian cat) Is a bit under the weather.' Indeed, he looked scruffy But sidled over to me And I lightly scratched his head And woke immersed in calm. Such a simple dream To bring this strange delight, Bathing me in bliss.

In the Ashram^s Atmosphere.htm In the Ashram's Atmosphere 11/1/09 Are we alone the ones who love and care, Who believe the spirit fills our mortal air? Look closely at surrounding joy awhile, The heart of youth, the conscious infant's smile The gleeful dance of children and compare The stillness in the mendicant and thief, The athlete's concentration and belief, Force coiled within the beauty of its form, The avatar protecting all from harm Who lifts from us the heavy cloak of grief, The yogi in whose eyes we see a light That draws us like a beacon from our night, The singer and the song that is his soul The actor who responds to an inner call Becoming what

A Force Magnificent 10/12/09 Even in this turbid world where men Prefer the darkness of their mortal state To planes of knowledge that lean down to earth, I see a glory in the burning leaf, The beauty and the brilliance and the dance Of Nature unconvinced of death and time, Splendid in her grandiose displays, Who shall outlast the scourge of death and greed And hollow faiths that mutilate and kill Evolving soul, the jewel behind the heart. A force magnificent, untouched by fate Or our sophisticated weaponry Is now at work and one day shall transform Our suffering, our pain, our false desires To the bliss of higher consciousness and