Sonnet for the New Millennium Deep run the roots of insincerity Nurtured by greed and fed by insatiable lust For power and the dominance of things. In the corridors of infamy there ply The husks of men whose souls have turned to dust, Where Falsehood crowns himself the king of kings And the Lord of Darkness walks triumphantly by As humanity sinks in spiritual poverty. While the decadent world in sin and error lies The sages weep and the better angels cry For the spirit of man and all that suffers and dies. Yet shall the Force redeem our destiny Descendi

Force Descending 11/26/99 A new elegance, voice of the enlightened One To speak to the warring instincts of mental man Has come. A love that stills the anger and the pain Of separate self in an all-encompassing embrace, A gesture of compassionate divinity Upon our fractured laws, our hobbled rules Applied with an agonizing sweetness' force To the body of the human family, That there might wake a fierce unquenchable thirst For progress and the truth of hidden soul To light the darkness of our blinded way. A few have seen the sole

Once a Door is Opened December 18, 1999 Once a door is opened on the dark And entities and presences are hailed As friends and welcome bedfellows we part From the seal of God’s protection for we’ve failed To keep our sacred contract with the light. Preferring the path of sensual act and thrills We turn to the strong and beckoning arms of night And the siren voice that lures and sweetly kills. Hard will it be to close again that door Against the forces of the Prince of Dust A castle breached has not the strength before Arrows of desire and battering rams of lust That pene

Eternal Gratitude 1999 Eternal gratitude the carrier word Of seeking earth-born conscious souls awake Amid destruction, ruin, death, and din Of pulsing humanity surging beyond its bounds, Grasping and groping to hold ephemeral toys, Lost on the highways amid the commerce of life, While faintly heard though hardly few respond, The spirit whispers softly in our hearts, "We who are called his warrior souls must be."

The Ashram - First Visit August 1999 Imagery of the landscapes of early youth Impinge on the inner eye those memories More potent than dream, more tranquil than settled sleep, As I supine, culling from clouds through trees Beauteous visions as make the angels weep. In a penumbra of the awakening soul Unknowing I bowed in church to the mother of all, Mechanically fulfilling life's programmed play Then rescinding my role when at last was heard

The Goal of Life May 26, 1999 Although we yearn for light on a distant shore And love, compelled the adventurous soul shall find The goal of life yet silent, still, within, Holding the pure and concentrated flame, Bearing the stamp of long forgotten dreams Of godhead calling from the inner well Where springs the heavenly music and the dance. All else returning round after circling round Is a play of mind and vital, senseless games That deaden the search and

Balcony Darshan - 2 4/9/01 A silence fell among the devotees As with a sound of vespers drawing close She neared, and carried on the evening breeze Her fragrance far more haunting than the rose. Stillness descended on the assembled throng Expectancy quivered in the languorous air The heart replied to the hidden psychic's song, Soft voices filled the burgeoning night with prayer. Slowly She moved, Her hands upon the rail Her heavenward eyes withdrawn in potent trance The seconds as passing aeons seemed to prevail, Then on us She cas

Death and Rebirth II Oct. 21, 1999 When flight is taken out from the failing flesh To worlds unknown, unvisited by bodily mind, Cleaving a pathway through the subtle sheaths, An arrows brilliant flight homing to its sun To sleep among the starry fields of light, Perhaps to dream of all that might have been, The endless possibilities of life, The joy of the plunge from the heights, falling to birth, The years of youth, the fullness of old age, The hopes that rose then slowly fading, failed, Moments only aware of the inner flame,

The Surface Life Too seldom does the rushing world Allow a glimpse of deeper life, Permit the spirit room to grow And find a truth beyond all strife. We are overimpressed by the obvious And warm too soon to the ready smile, The quick embrace, the proffered hand And miss the substance for the style. We remain possessed by outward things, Success and failure on our days, And lose the stillness silence brings And richness of the inner ways. We dare not look so deep to part The greater Person from the veil Awaiting our ack

Cohesion Looking across the fields of mortal strife A witness and participant alone Yet indivisibly bound by spirit's ties To those who through the centuries have grown Aware of their past and live in the future's rays, United by a single golden thread Woven by the master of our days At work upon the magic loom of life.