I Seek in Solitude She seemed a vision with angelic face Come floating by on white feet of dream, Now of her beauty lingers not a trace Nor soul who could my errant soul redeem. In silent hours when only her laboured breath Departing this frail envelope so young Was heard and the slow stealthy tread of death, With wonders yet unseen and songs unsung, Aware that she must leave the form behind Upon this troubled, fated head did pour Her love and in my broken heart enshrined The image of the One I must adore My tears weighed down her wings of angel-flight And now I seek in solitude the light.

Compact with the Light I have loved and nothing more need be said To honour the living or to praise the dead. Time is a tunnel through which the soul must go To find the more than we already know. Life seems a pendulum on which we swing The heart a world containing everything, It breaks and heals and wider grows through love And the many peaks and pitfalls through which we move. I have come to a place of silence utterly new Where a witness-self observes all in its vie

The Spirit's Upward Course.htm The Spirit's Upward Course One move forward, one move back, My train of inability Always running on a track Leading me to a destiny Through alleyways and tired yards And places I do not want to go. I play solitaire with worn-out cards And the engine of habit does not slow. Her name I speak in secrecy But the car seems empty now The engineer is leading me In ways I cannot feel or know. If only I could travel light, Have done with sorrow and remorse, Throw out the baggage of the night And right the spirit's upward course.

Surrendered At Thy Feet 6/18/08 Whatever life may offer me Joyous or bittersweet In all things I bow to Thee, Surrendered at thy feet.

We Shall Arrive No joy is everlasting and no truth Pinned down as eternal verity, No evil act that cannot be redeemed Or lie that holds a grain of honesty. We are not here as on a darkened sea Rudderless upon the tides of time. The witness to our deeds no autocrat Who doles out punishment or high reward To those alone who heed his harsh commands, But one who leads the caravan of life Journeying through the deserts of our lives And through the valley of our dark desires Or on the mountain peaks of discovery, To summit transformations of the soul. Awake in us while we are yet asleep, The polar star of our unerring course As we meander

She Whom I Love 9/27/08 Who drew that orange streak across the sky, Suffused with tints of pewter touched with teal, Was it the hem of God passing by Or phenomenon of science most surreal. I watch the birth and death of lovely things Of birds and animals, beloved friends And feel the joy the spirit's oneness brings The peace that through this woeful world extends. I feel the pain of others as my own And with less seeing eyes than those who are blind Know I am not I alone in the Alone That vastness where the stellar giants wind. She whom I love, for whom I deeply yearn Gives all to me, asks nothing in return.

A Pilgrim On the Shores of Prayer I am a pilgrim on the shores of prayer, A knowing guide has led me to this land For I have seen God standing there Who now as always leads me by the hand That I may taste the honey-laden fruit And walk upon the paradisal lanes Hear one day the call of Krishna's flute And sing to Him my secret soul's refrains.

My Soul^s Delight.htm My Soul's Delight Beauty's crown lay easy on your head, You spoke but little in those failing days Of the cruel and endless hours of your pain, But when you spoke your eyes grew bright with love. O beauty breaking though the form-bound shell, O light that burned so brilliantly within, O radiant soul, angelic among the flowers Whose silent heart was like a flaming rose, You knew that life moves towards one destiny, A march to the light that ever stronger grows

Frigid Winter Morn Blankets of leaves blown like drifts of snow Piled high against the modest hellebores, The waking garden drowsy from long sleep Reminds me of my life's unfinished chores. What miracle of earth and sky appears To greet these eyes but feasts of daffodils That gladden one who long has lived with tears. Now every nerve within the being thrills To beauty on this frigid winter morn. Once more a page in my book of life is turned As I look

Knowing By Faith All my life I walked as one born blind, Blinded by the light that was my own In former births and costumes I had worn, Denied the humility I once had known. I sailed on turbulent and hostile seas Could not forego the passion for the calm, The lust for life to gain eternal peace. A driving force pushed me to great self-harm, Misused the body as its working slave, The captive mind kept circling in its tracks, The one beloved from de