Towards Which We Grow O splendid bringer of the day Reveal the demons we must slay Or slay them with a spear of fire And clear for us the golden way. Ignorant of the inner sun, Forgetful of past glories won Through conquests of the lethal foe Yet hardly has the fight begun And now in this embodiment We wonder what past lives have meant And where we ultimately go And what is the divine intent? Deeper within ourselves to know The light we see now from below, The heavenly realms from which we came The life divine towards which we grow.

Divine Our Song "If only things might stay as they once were And beauty not be tried beneath the sun," Looking at azaleas overgrown As cancer travelled swiftly through her cells Diminishing her in stature, not in soul. Once could not counsel with empty platitudes The obvious that she already knew, That change is the saving constant of our lives, For like a chrysalis the body holds The growing spirit safe within the shell And those who have embar

To Wake the Self And as this aging body tires God waits silently within, Sorrow like a thousand fires Burns through all my bones and then My soul in the stellar vastness cries To overcome the weight of years And asks why all in me denies The fiat of the heavenly seers The light that leaps from the Unknown The force that in my spirit grows The seed the Lord has gently sown To wake in me the Self that knows.

The Godlike Beings We Must Be I cannot shake the negatives From the dustbin of my mind, It is a dark and crowded place Of thoughts unruly and unkind. I labour to evict them now But only particles I find Of dreams dismembered and desires That like an old newsreel unwind And spill upon the Spirit's floor Like celluloid, a tangled mess. I have tired of my record's grooves Scratching out their loneliness And habits old and old refrains , Some music of the New would hear, Erase the songs and lullabies Of youth's and manhood's yesteryear, Replace the television's screen With images of inner sight, The symbol messages an

Who Lit the Spark I have no rule or measurement for love, But the heart's grief I have learned something of, And of loss perhaps have learned even more Harbouring sorrow in my being's core. Now age and time would have their way with me Deprive me of my strength and energy, My thoughts to all the golden days return The high lone path encourage me to spurn. But I will not allow the night to win Who watch with welcoming eyes each day begin And cling to

Let Me Not Cease to Love Let me not cease to love those I have loved And shared a moment's sanctity or two, To love those who have turned away from me, As with the love I showered upon you. Let my branch not wither on the boughs of man's deceit Or treason of the heart my heart turn cold But let the soul of me embrace all souls; For I too I am flawed, if truth be told, I hear not the voice, am blind to second sight, And so my love must grow to encompass all

In the Consciousness of Gathered Peace A concentrated pressure in the chest As if a new-born soul desired light By breaking through the thick and hardened shell That covers man and blinds his native sight. The sages know it is the heart that sees. Above the mind the spirit's power grows In the calm where no disturbance comes And in the silence where the breathing slows One hears not by the auditory nerves, One feels not by the tacti

Beauty Once Known I saw beauty fleeing from a world of hate Wounded and with bleeding feet she ran Unwanted turning from the house of man To leave him to his pride and lust and fate. I who have worshipped her as my lodestar Sought her when there was no visible sign Yet felt my soul through her grow more divine In loveliness no ravaging time could mar. She the paramour of truth shall reign Returning to usher in a greater age As man aware of his im

Kalki I saw as if a curtain pulled aside Or a blind that once had shuttered out the light, A golden horseman on a white stallion ride Into the darkest cavities of night. He bore a sword that severed every chain That held the struggling spirit in its thrall. Resplendent God armed to deal the blow And from his golden trumpet sound the call To signify the downfall of the foe. He spoke no word but pressing forth his steed Smote down the thousand obstacles that stay The Hour of God that long has been decreed And the radiant dawn of a supernal day. Now on this hallowed earth attuned we hear The footsteps of divinity draw near.

In the Image Intended I have waited to hear in the black starless night A voice from the shores of oblivion, But all I heard was the sobbing refrain Of one who remained in the body to see The passing of his sisters and brothers and friends. Now the days lengthen as summer appears With lilacs and roses and her tresses of gold And I in the stillness of morning arrive At the crossroads of meaning, yet to decide To commit myself to the ultimate giving; N