Across Uncharted Continents of Soul Facing the future that I might attain, Accepting present loss for future gain, Hacking away the forest of the past, The will to find my spirit's truth at last. Above our houses in the dimming light The star-encrusted ceiling of the night Appears, and heaven seems not far away, A heart-beat from the brilliance of our day. Now I no pioneer of change must find In th

The Work of Works He saw the flowering apricot Bloom above a bed of snow And questioned why mankind forgot To love such beauty so. "I walk your garden day and night To see the wonders breaking there, The startled geese in squadron flight Signing the wintry air." He said as we walked the leafless wood. The bright persimmon's heavy yield Brought joy to our pensive mood,

Divinity in Every Face I loved her when our days were young And love her now though she is gone For her my melodies were sung And all my dreams built upon. Tears of the heart, their silent flow Diminishes and peace returns, Exiting from grief to go Where hope within the temple burns. The humbled heart beats faster now As love must widen to embrace Each soul, the truth within to know, Divinity in every face.

Visitors From Higher Spheres They came, these visitors from higher spheres Dancing through the music of the choir And one who has the inner sight could see Their elegance and synchronicity. Two men, lightly dressed and passing through The atmosphere, touching not the ground Like Egyptian drawings painted on a wall And hearing OM responded to our call.

More Than Mere Magnificence More than mere magnificence I praise - The humble flower by decaying walls, Nocturnal blooms that shun the too-strong rays But shed their fragrance as the evening falls, The miniatures, the common and the plain To outward eyes that see not through the form, Nothing of modest beauty I disdain. I have marked the artistry of bulb and corm, And the calligraphy inscribed upon the leaf The patterning of bark on aged trees

Promise Long Foretold I lack the vision of the world to be Nor can I speak of things I have not seen, But faith is stronger than eternity And one has come who is both mother and queen Donning our earthly dress, her modest mode Approaching that we might cease from fear and run To beauty, veer not from the appointed road Nor truth the invincible weapon of light to shun. She gives us pause upon our hurried way To look a bit inside ourselves to know That we, divine, although we often stray, Or satisfied cease within to grow Are substance of herself and hers to mould That we may fulfil the promise long foretold.

Nothing of Old Selves to Keep Before the eyelids droop in sleep, The sleep that all forgetting is Yet one the spirit knows to reap, The accumulation of earthly bliss Progress of the soul's descent To ignorance in birth's dark cave Aware of the divine intent When to man the earth She gave. I seek the peace eluding me, The calm that comes when we recast This being of scattered energy Desperate to hold the past In the vaults of memory, Godlike hands to remould And nothing of old selves to keep.

From the Deepest Seat of Will Motionless like a deer in blinding light I stood transfixed by sorrow, unable to move To see beyond my loss her body's flight To the sanctuary of eternal love. Now silently I call and in the still And pain-filled night aware of Thy reply There surges from the deepest seat of will A gratitude that shall not fail nor die. Yet I must overcome the weight of years That press upon this envelope of flesh To conquer

In God^s Image.htm In God's Image And I, well I awake as all the world Awakes to first delight in common things. Profuse this year the 'Autumn Cherry' glows And in the leaden April sky it brings Beauty's fullness by the water's edge. Oh, that we so troubled and alone Might leap to new-found knowledge of the soul, Absent grief, no longer to atone For errors and omissions of the past. Man's days unchanging prepare for a great change Becoming conscious of the need to gro

The Undeveloped Country of My Soul 1/5/08 Again the daffodils appear Leaping through the half-frozen soil And in the cold beginning of the year A joyous dawning marks my human toil. The roses in their dress of summer green The glowing iris' aristocracy, The earth's entrancing drift of petal-sheen Draw me deep in Nature's ecstasy. And I return with every bird to sing Of the eyes of children deep and fire-bright, The sudden fall of peonies in spring, And over my head the star encrusted night. I move toward a far-off unknown goal In the undeveloped country of my soul.