Outer Gardens The Eucalypts of aromatic leaf, Their patterned trunks a riot of pastels, And Flame-trees burning in the torrid sky, Enchanted spots where through the hidden dells Spirit-voices call to us in prayer. The Copper-Pods a yellow sea at dawn Rising in swells above their beds of green, A lone voice sings of joy that is new-born And vestal choirs chant among the trees Harmonies that sound upon our strings, A music from the far antipodes And melodies that hymn familiar things. The orange lamps of Brownea in prayer, As Cassia's golden chains so lightly sway Whose sweet perfume enchants the languid air Call the gods descen

Winter Haiku - Scroll II Winter kills. Why then this gay Riot and revelry of leaves? Freezing rain The blackened trees Blacker still with cawing crows. A final rose Rimed with ice Laughs in winter's frozen hands. The first frost Persimmon fruits Like orange lanterns light my way.

Across the Nether Lands of Night The poets speak to such as us, With high-pitched voice and eyes a-gleam Or resonant, mellifluous, And through their recitations stream Truths on our prosaic world, Timeless visions of inner sight. Their words like sparkling gems are hurled Across the nether lands of night. And then I open Savitri And reading often do I weep For beauty we have never seen In lines that make the spirit leap Beyond the fortress of the mind, Reason and intelligence, Give sight to that which now is blind Imbuing with a heightened sense Awareness of a truth sublime, Emergence from our

Now the Rain Now the rain unceasingly descends And through its cleansing streams the earth and sky Of its purifying essence do partake, And I beloved stand alone, my cry To wash away the doubt that sears and rends.

Disciple of the Dual Avatars We lived in light and knew our lives embraced By That for which there is no face or name, Our way secure, our souls most gently placed Before Her feet, a birthright to reclaim. Dynamic years when the grace of God was felt In common acts and Love in simple things, When I before the living Presence knelt To seek the calm that inner progress brings. As cancer spread its pale malignant flowers I prayed that she might once again be well, We lived in love, by love, and joy was ours, Heroic her body fronted living hell. No lethal shadow thrown by fate or chance, No cloud could cross the heave

For Mary Helen Do Not Cling To the Past All Nature is too beautiful this year. It is as if her soul remaining blessed Before its last ascent this earthly sphere That shall no longer feel upon its breast Her joyous tread though still the peace descends; But O the heart can hardly hold this day Whose glory all our human grief suspends, For God in darkness ever lights our way. I try to capture on transparencies Colours that transcend the imaged eye With subtleties that thrill and moods that ease The pain that lingers long when loved ones die. We must not lie in sorrow's arms too long. I hear a voice: "Do not cling t

Spring-Song to Mother The golden trumpets of the daffodils Shall wake again the wonder that has lain Quiescent in this time of earthly ills, Death and unimaginable pain. Spring shall come with all its cleansing rites To sweep the sorrow from this house of woe, Unwelcome visitant of days and nights Who blocks the road on which my soul must go That I may see all happenings as grace; For nothing that we love shall ere depart. I look upon the beauty of a face Long known within the chamber of my heart.

Within Our Mortal Form The rapid change that only death can bring To those for whom the soul and flesh were one Is on me now, a great and awesome thing, A further journey into God begun. Canterbury, Glastonbury, Kent, Have I not walked these ancient sites before, The grail pursued, the occult curtain rent Revealing a face to worship and adore. Is there a land or sky we have not seen In former births and astral wanderings, What have we missed, what force has come between Our realizations and awakenings. Have we not slept a body's dreamlike sleep Forgetting spirit in this brief life-storm, What vast experiences do we keep

What Do We Know What do we know of life who have not borne In plenitude her sorrows and her pain Or struggled with a darkness of the heart And demon-thoughts that plague the tortured brain. What do we know of love who have not felt Its million pulses coursing through the heart, Before the sacred image bowed and knelt, Moved by the supreme creator's art. What do we know of God who have not seen His face in all the warring tribes of men Acknowledged Him in good or vile and mean, Turned away and back to Him again. What do we know of man who have not found The unity that marries all as one, The harmony that finds a higher ground, A

For Mary Helen 2/14/02 Beneath Her Blossom-Feet I cannot share the pain that clouds her eyes, The fire raging through the body's walls Or offer her the weal of Paradise For each alone must hear the clarion-calls. Yet humanly we laugh, we cry, we care And somehow seem to share each other's grief And having dwelt in love's untainted air Awhile we walk as one in one belief, - That every step is seen, each action known By Him we name as God or Deity, Through sorrow and joy our souls aware have grown In birth's unnumber