A Light Unknown The apples fall fragrant from the tree, Timed ripeness is the key of the young in old, As the child who teaches us infinity, The 'Wisdom'* tree whose leaves at evening fold. It is quiet here in the cave of my repose Although the world in turbulence appears As faith declines that once on earth arose. I have wandered through the drifting of the years Fighting entities that try the soul, Through forests of pain and waterfalls of tears Stumbling forwards towards an unseen goal. I have the sense that a momentous field Of energy, a force,

To Feel Again Her Touch I would release my self from all bonds past And present tribulations of the soul, The errors I have made, the depths I've known, Temptations to which I readily succumbed, The doubts I harboured, tenuous my faith, The insincerity and arrogance Of youth in unrepentant heady days, The surface life, the turbulence of mind, Egregious acts and all unholy thoughts, To feel again Her touch upon my heart, Her eyes that with their gentle love saw all, Her feet on which unworthy I placed my head, Her voice that spoke illumining the world, Her hands that blessing me awakened soul Her force that lit this aspirati

The Center Found I fall and rise again, the more to fall, And call myself a hundred epithets Mocking the stupidity of it all. What good is sorrow, what use are my regrets? But change is coming, I can feel it stir Beneath the clay-formed figure that is me, Or so I believe, though frequently I err And wantonly miss the call of destiny. Above the resolution there is prayer, For one must learn to stand on higher ground To live and breathe the consecrated air,

To Find My Soul^s Identity.htm To Find My Soul's Identity As might a bird with broken wing Attempt a flight across the sea, So with my soul that feels the sting Of love betrayed by jealousy. No longer do I seek to know Or reason why our lives are fraught With disappointment and distress, A touch of love and we are caught Into a net of loneliness When one must stay, the other go. Now in my seventieth year Of life so little have I learned. A neophyte in adult gear To outward joys too often turned And swept by tide and undertow. I often feel the weight of time Pressing down upon my soul, Although my spirit seeks to climb Inexorable is the toll, Th

World of Light I walked among life's filth and poverty, Saw cruelly broken bones of a beggar's child, The bleeding stumps of lepers challenged me, Human chattel beaten and defiled. One cannot know the dark depravity Of beings void of soul or consciousness Or to what depths of abject misery Man stoops to feed his willful wantonness. They dwell in that unholy atmosphere And battle for the body's right to stay - How easy for the soul to disappear From earth and all the torments of the way. But through the body's plight the spirit grows And hunts for truth amid the lairs of night, In every heart there lives a mystic ros

The Only Love 7/22/08 One laid a specious claim upon my heart And willingly I opened wide its doors, Then love's betrayal intensified my grief Who love her still despite vain cruelty, Possessiveness that eats away the soul, And pettiness that lack of faith begets. There is no law to recompense remorse No palliative to soothe the shattered heart. I know now that no possible exists To bridge the boundless gap that she has built Of the spirit's chasm filled with mortal tears. And yet a day shall come when souls shall know The only love is giving of the self.

Still Night Above the Sleeping Lake Still night above the sleeping lake, The sounds of life are silenced as am I. Soft upon the welcoming grass I lie Watching the indifferent stars drift by. In this microcosm of the evolving world All seems at peace, a meditative mood Descends like balm upon the troubled earth. One feels that evil shall sum up to good Humanity find a modicum of peace, Divided nations unity restore, The hatreds that for centuries inflamed The heart shall wither away and be no more. Yet change is such a monumental task, Apparent only if we look within And know this false persona but a mask, Allow the t

The Rivers of Compassion I felt the fire in me sputter low And knew I would have many births to go And countless raging rivers yet to ford, Legions of random thoughts to overthrow, A host of inner voices to be ignored. I stood alone in the autumnal light Far from the vision and the inner sight, That brought me here a soul aspiring To find the One who cleaved the veils ofnight, And I outcast from soul and wondering How fell I down from the anointed state When all my striving spirit's thirst to sate Was yet unfilled, the calm that I must be A distant star above my unknown fate - Then the rivers of compassion covered me.

Where Kindred Spirits Meet Your clouds of doubt obscure the sun of your love As if a diamond still encased in coal, Its rays of light unable to penetrate The density of its dark surround, Unless love grow in strength the tests to stand Of all the hostile forces that deny, Or hope is lost and we are left alone As on a bridge that leads to the unknown, A sad humanity devoid of grace Unknowing that the truth within each soul Can shatter darkness and release to light, The golden resident within this shell We call the ‘self’ unaware of who we are. “Go deeper” once a voice said to me For we in heroic struggle are not alone, To live in

Rejoined in Him The springtime of romance had slowly passed Into the glory of an endless year A wedded walk through all eternity, Absent worry and detached from fear. Most I remember were her deeps of eyes Cerulean and shining like the seas In whose swimming depths one could feel The undying light of ancient dynasties. But suddenly this gift was wrenched away And now my heart from sorrow cannot abstain I tended her and tried to help her through The cruel and endless hours of her pain. She spoke but little in those failing days In battle with an unrelenting foe Lethal with its multiplying cells That chemoth