Ever Higher Climb I have walked into a drear and lonely place Held by the remembrance of a face, And one who held my love within her hands Who like a jeweller fashioned wedding bands Of antique gold on silver overlaid, Created beauty that shall never fade To signify a love that could not die. Now she is gone and I, who am I, That hungers for a symbol or a sign. I have drunk deep the sacrificial wine Yet cannot free my soul to serve Her best

Bluebirds Night with its cloak of enchantment Covered the light of the world, Summer is here and the nestlings Flew from their nests and were hurled Into a vast isolation. They softly and plaintively called, Huddled for warmth and protection As the hungry hawk swooped down. Now all that remains are feathers, The indelible presence of blue.

All Life^s Contraries.htm All Life's Contraries I never knew mistrust and doubt Could be the intimates of love, Snuffing joy's candle out And sorrow like an injured dove Cry so softly in its pain, But now I see that love is blind, At least love on the human plane Distorted by desire-mind And failing to widen out, embrace Anger and disillusionment Filling the hurt and empty place Solaced by the soul's consent As a quivering n

God Within Our Hearts Growing old is not an option, Rest not till thy soul’s work is done Cultivate intense devotion And in each soul revere the One. Seek the center where reigns a peace Untroubled by the stirring mind, Then shall the inner turmoil cease, God within our hearts to find.

Installation of the Relics Like scattered deer the dead leaves blow Across the body of the earth. The agitated wind, annoyed Objecting to this new world's birth Brings turbulence that knows no peace. A whirling visitation rife With anger as we here install The relics of the Lord of Life. All future possibilities Are present on this day of light, No force can stand against us now Who bear the burden of earthly plight,

Tehmi I sit by her in the evening's solitude Broken only by the cawing crows No longer can I speak of this or that For nothing is true the mental being knows. I am lacking in the soul experience And cannot say just where the psychic is But reading with her in this simple light I know that this and surely only this Is real. I feel the presence of a seer As the sun-bright day glides slowly into night, Beside me voicing wisdom, heart to heart One who has

Poetry Was poetry not the healing source When cruel fate without remorse Shore from us the silver tie, Chose one to live and one to die?

Towards Sri Krishna^s Call.htm Towards Sri Krishna's Call From the voices of the earth I hear a cry, A poignant call for peace as war runs on, Muffled by the violence, devoid Of harmony, and beauty and delight. And yet what I have seen is also true, Nobility and truth define the man, Sacrifice and service pave his way, Surrender to a light not yet his own Or hidden by the outer sheath of flesh. The day of reckoning will be one of joy When we shall turn towards Sri Krishna's call, Aspire as the flower to the light, As the sea returns to union with the land And earth rejuvenates with marvel hues, Magnificence and majesty divine.

Each Moment An Eternity We must not make the same mistakes As in the white-heat days of youth, Tortured longings, great heart-breaks, When nothing came the soul to soothe. Is it over now, the passion-dance As the need for all possessions dies With the questionable word or glance, Unbearable romantic ties? Calm is not established yet And the descent of peace is slow, But all the

The Dawning Image of Divinity It is in this daily trek of life That we recall the most unusual things, Like sea snakes in the South China sea, A rusty spider on a rusted fence Or a scorpion sting that felt like broken glass Run across the flesh a thousand times, A flashback of the ecstasies of youth, The painful and the wondrous and the vast, Prone on the grass, gazing at the clouds, Or with bared chest riding in a truck, These memories of first awakening That moulded us, fashioning our clay. There was a well that never once went dry, Icy cold and of a purity And of a taste no water could compete, And a magic cand