To Leap, To Know, To Build To leap beyond the confines of the mind, To vault the barriers of form and sense, To shed the past and in the present find The moments of the heart's ambivalence, To root out evil from its hidden lair Install at once the living presence there Obey the soul and its supreme command Ascending by degrees the great world-stair, To know at last this troubled being's cause Unveil the secrets of our tortured past, Offspring of an evolution's force When God in all these human bodies cast His semblance and His seed of things to be, To build on earth the Lord's vast dynasty Of truth that man may grow t

Ship of Being This crescent with its retinue of stars That trail across the purple edge of morn Recalls the journeyed paths of avatars Before life first appeared and time was born. Now ego reigns as king and light has fled, Or lost in the embrace of human form, The conscious spirit's guidance buffeted By passion's winds adrift in matter's storm. We must moor this ship of Being on a rock Untroubled by the pounding of the seas Or squalls of life that rush on us and mock Emergence of the soul and inner peace. By waves untouched or currents rudely blown Creators of the Godhead's dynasty Shall find the ground where spirit stands alone

Ambassadors of Human Destiny I still recall the silence of the snow When all the world was blanketed in white And as a child in wonder watched it blow Across the fields and landscapes of the night, When beauty like a rainbow's arch appeared And laughter's face among the soaring trees Enchanted me so nothing strange I feared, All life drew close my youthful hands to seize. I now retain the memory of men Who held the God-light burning in their eyes, Known before and met here once again Ambassadors of human destinies, God's designates though robed in mortal forms, Far above the earth their brilliant home Untouched by

For Mary Helen A Dual Consecration of the Heart Look down O lovely spirit from the heights And on this troubled head thy blessing give, My soul now wanders lonely through the nights, And in a cruel and sudden void I live. Knowing thou art free, still I grieve For mornings we shall never see again, Yet hold thy smile secure within, believe When light and truth shall be the earth's domain All human sorrows end, all joys renew, The union of two souls no force can part, Their secret known only to a few, A dual consecration of the heart.

The Golden Body's Pall.htm The Golden Body's Pall Delight has fled the office of my soul And I am left a pauper counting dreams Once highly prized but now a worthless dole, My credit gone and all the world it seems Is richer far than I who found the goal Of love and life and now have lost the key, For death from life exacts a heavy toll, The vaults are bare and sorrow beggars me. In this accounting of my grief-torn days A penury of hope my paltry share, Unless the fallen spirit humbly raise Eyes to a light through darkness' thoroughfare. This bankrupt world of avarice deny And life's familiar offerings grow stale, If I could trade inheritance of "I

Weeping of the Cells We noted the litres of ascites drained Affording the swollen abdomen relief So little of her energy remained, From weeping of the cells, the body's grief. How softly slips the soul through tenuous sheaths, No sound is heard of any laboured breath Its blessing on all visitants bequeaths And silence fills the calm abode of death. I watched the life-force in her slowly go As I've observed it many times before, In other's lives and other lands I know When souls have stood upon that distant shore And looked with love on earth then slowly turned Towards a golden light whose radiant sphere Encompassed all for

For Mary Helen 2/17/02 One Who Was All-Beautiful One who was all-beautiful in life Was no less so when death called out her name, The candle as it yields its final flame Grows brighter still and she, both friend and wife Illumined all my days by her delight And never shall a shadow come between A love that rarely on this earth is seen, Disciple on the shining paths of light.

Loss – Prayer of Longing for the Divine One hundred days adrift in seas of night While clouds of darkness hover over me, Have I a pilgrim stumbling towards the light Through loss descended into entropy? All round me seems unreal, illusion's mask, The centre is estranged, a hollow place, And effort towards the goal a hopeless task For one who can no longer feel the Grace Or see the smile that broke the nether grip Of forces that could work with one their will, Awaiting their chance, the inner guard might slip, Then on the soil of nescience cruelly spill The sacramental wine of offering, Or cast the spirit do

To Build the Bridge - To Mother, Remembering Mary Helen Ever I shall remember when Ipray Abiding at Thy lotus feet one day We two might meet, for I would recognize The blue and luminous beauty of those eyes Through which her spirit's gentle light had shown. What seed divine in us has slowly grown That even in our pain no deep despair Can swamp the soul with stultifying air. Thy Presence lifts the spirit's wings to soar, The flame-touched heart to open and adore, Where once desire trampled on our prayers Now peace descends and Love in us prepares The temple of the living Word's abode And lifts

In Our Profoundest Sleep 6/27/02 He sits awake in our profoundest sleep, Guardian and guide of all our dreams, Spurs lethargic self to dare and leap Across the gulfs of ignorance where gleams Eternal verity, transforming power, A love divine, immutable, unstained, Whose formidable force can seize the hour And all that lies within us unattained Make blossom forth as flowers to the sun. A newer man shall overleap mankind, A vessel of the multitudinous One, And we who in a half-light seek shall find The harmony that now