Weltschmerz May 1999 Thus the sadness born in mortal things That tempers joy and breaks the spirit's wings And even in our happiest moments brings A tear to songs the earth-bound singer sings.

To Mary Helen August 25, 1999 Now I am calm in silent depths of mind And harvest joy in roughened thankful hands As autumn comes and our gardens find The Mother's imprint on these sacred lands. By the still lake reflecting on life's events The years of our seeking pass slowly in pensive mood, A smile wells up as I inhale the scents Blossoming on a branch of gratitude. So many years upon the wheel of time Weaving the wondrous patterns of the worl

Karmic Chains Help me to clear a path to Thee Through the rubble of old desires, A minefield of subconscious pulls And smouldering vital fires. Slowly I grow aware by day Of thy Grace sustaining me Through all our betrayals, great and small Shaping our destiny. Mind cannot grasp the awesome gift Of Thy Presence upon the earth And Thy body's untold sacrifice Accepting human birth, To prepare the world for the vast descent Of the supramental light And the advent of the Superman Lifting the veil of night.

Music of the Spheres A single sound of infinite harmonies Filtered through the density of mind Illumining with the rapture of the spheres This singer, with a song of consciousness, A heavenly rhapsody falling on the ear. All earthly music pales before these chords Descending, as the sound of celestial choirs Enveloping soul in radiant passages As an organ's massive diapason swells. Only once these melodies of light Were heard in a silent moment of the soul, But their strains resound and ever shall remain A gift outlasting all recorded Time.

Sonnet to a Friend and Brother Have I through unconscious act or oversight Offended thee for whom I hold such love, A friend and brother joined in the sanctioned fight To cleave the darkness and find the light above. If I could soar the winds and meet thee fair Upon the lanes you tread to your beckoning goal My spirit would bear in that charged and sanctified air The warm embrace of soul to brother soul. But still the human distance hinders me And human cares not trusting full the light That joins our paths upon eternity And frees us from the python coils of night. In silent prayer and gratitude I wait The mystic

Call of the Flute Soft by my side and calm she lay Warm against the driving rain That chilled the heart of the waking day And I knew we'd not go back again, To a life half-conscious, half-aware Half-lost in the finite dreams of earth With the psychic being standing there And the hour come of the soul's rebirth. Now with the call of a crystal flute The moment arrives and shall not flee, Silent and in the silence mute We will to set the caged birds free To fly to Her feet and there alight In Her golden ray upborne from Night.

Darshan Day - White Memories We walked in wonder there amongst the flowers, Passing white-clad devotees whose eyes Upon some inner world were fiercely set, Inhaled the incense rising towards the skies And by his tomb forgot the passing hours. White-washed walls whose still solemnity Broken by cascading boughs in bloom The caw of crows, the workers sweeping leaves,- Yet all was stillness in the inner room As Grace descended through the Service Tree. We have memories more magical than breath Or the rhythm of the slow heart's pulsing beat,

Looking to Light And if we die achieving not the goal That lured us from our deep and distant sleep, The important thing - to love while we have breath And wonder in our hearts at simple things And gratitude for the vision she instilled By a power beyond our human littleness. Touching now the twilight of our lives A prayer unfolds around the wisp of soul That beacons to the parent signal light, A call for deeper depths and higher heights, For offering's increase and waning needs, To still the mind, to calm the vital pulse Surrendering to That which brought us forth From the seas

Psychological Perfection - Plumeria 9/9/99-9 a.m. Five-petalled perfection, flower in our being, Illumine our faltering sight with a deeper seeing, Perfect our lives and with thy fragrance bless Our blossoming many-petalled consciousness.

On The Far Horizon Gazing across the landscapes of the mind, The battlefield of dead and wounded dreams A momentary illusive calm descends, For on the far horizon there ascends A golden path bordered by golden streams The way of the child and the warrior kind.