An Eternal Spring Feb. 22, 2008 I wipe the sleep from tired eyes And wake to life's adversities Be there nought within me that denies The call to those intensities Of soul that now seem lost in mist Or drowned in sorrow's fathomless deeps, The eyes I loved, the lips I kissed The heights we scaled, the spirit-leaps And days of such intense delight Our life was borne aloft by Grace. In morning's arms we left the night And sought through beauty Mother's face, The peace that comes when joined by prayer As offered

Mirror of God's Delight.htm Mirror of God's Delight I walked in fields where flowers spoke to me And all that mind might dream could not compare With the wonder and the ecstasy Of the gathered beauty I saw blooming there. No cloud appeared in the blue of Krishna's sky As from the body's shell my soul arose. It watched me live and it watched me die With Nature and the earth in deep repose. I found the silence that contains all sound, Beheld a light that does not shadow cast In that moment when the spirit soared unbound Released freedom from the clinging pa

In Peaceful Rooms I have been there when the soul prepared to leave The body it had chosen to occupy, To carry the evolving psychic flame, Leaving with the softness of a sigh. I have watched the swelling waves of human grief Crash upon the loved ones who remained. Yet sat in peaceful rooms where the belief Of those who calm and silence had attained Invoked a force descending in the room, A force to still the anguish and the tears Allowing no impending sense of doom Relieving hearts from vain emotion's fears And a quiet into

Nothing Disappears Imprint this face upon your hands And feel the flame that burns in me Till all your being understands That ours is but one destiny, Our march towards the light foretold Implanted in this resistant clay But earth is young and I've grown old And dimmer grows the light of day. There shall be other lives for me To overcome the weight of years We are our own infinity And nothing that is disappears But as a tree from a dust-like seed Grows to fulfil the spirit's need.

The Wealth of All the Worlds Betrayal and mistrust the human coin And counterfeit the smile on a brother’s face Avarice the currency of note And love the bankrupt word of our disgrace. We launder funds to run our oiled machines That cater to fulfil man’s heinous need To plumb the sordid depths of his desire And with solemn handshakes hide our mounting greed. Now the soul’s account is in default And overdraught by Ego to retain Its dominance asserting all its will, The impoverished spirit unable to attain The wealth of God that lies within its grasp, The gold and silver of Divine decree. Must we continue as we have before, Accou

Seasons of Love It is the blossom time of love Where mind a lagging runner falls Before the avalanche of joy When the heart for beauty calls. It is the summer time of love When every page is read aloud And every touch a special thrill As blossom flowers in a crowd That lift the soul and fix the eye On the beloved countenance A moment in eternity. It is the autumn time of love When passion rests and words are done A time of silent love when Grace Unites our souls to be as one. It is the winter time of love When one must go, the other stay To live alone and contemplate The Infinity we live each day.

The Yogi When I was young they took me to the sea. My mother saw a blowfish stunned or dying And with her hand she guided it towards me. In my head I heard the creature crying. I wept and pleaded for its swift release. Reluctantly she let is swim away For her first born son whom she wished to please. I learned of sorrow and distress that day And felt within my soul another's pain. Once my father soundly scolded me, "Let nothing suffer by your hand again, If you

Peace In All Its Power I work as all men born on earth must work Who labour the long hours in the soil, An intimacy with the silent world Of growing things and though it seems like toil As the human body weakens with the years, There is contentment too and offering Of life to beauty, an intense delight To see through leaves and hear the flowers singing, Watch a leaflet flutter without a breeze, Sensing the hovering hummingbird's return. Yet is there more, the fingers touching earth, The heightened sense of wonder as I burn With the flaming maple and hold the lily's cup And drink the splendour of the waning day As cri

A Vision God the potter moulds our clay, God the smithy uses fire, God the sculptor chips away To fashion us as something higher Than the half animal we are, And though we are resistant still He works his magic from afar, Divinity in us he will, Accepts the cross, rejects the crown, Immortal dons the human mask, By sacrifice the way is shown And lightened is the daunting task To rise above our mortal state Participants in

The Peace That Inner Silence Brings II 1/28/08 And though my poems prove valueless to men, Woven in this dress of earthly life, Poorly robed and sadly ill-defined Still would I write these lines that drifting down Like snow upon the silent floor of night To honour the muses of eternity. Unskilled as poet and undoubtedly no sage I grasp the hem of thoughts that will not die. I have no private cache of well-turned words Or phrases to impress the literate fold And I would borrow not from other's gold To speak the syllables that alter time. Perhaps these thoughts are chimeras of mind But only in my deeper self I find The