To Fashion the Future Humanity I saw a light in darkness dwell, The soul a beacon in the night, And knew the body for a shell Encapsulating God's delight. With reverence I looked anew Upon this miracle of man, How in the body spirit grew In concert with God's ageless plan. No doubt remains within these walls, This house of concealed divinity, Awakened to His urgent calls To overthrow our destiny Of death in life, the God-force free To fashion the future humanity.

Power of the Name From astral distances a demon came A monstrous form to steal the breath of life. I could not loose his grasp to speak the Name Yet in the battle's pitched and dreadful strife A momentary respite came – I screamed Mother! and instantly I felt release His hands and nothing I have ever dreamed Or thought or seen could wrest from me the peace She brought, omnipotence and Love's disdain Of death's grey pall to heal her child in pain. How many times he came I cannot say, From what unholy avenue arrived, I only know this being lives today In gratitude and by Her grace survived.

The Shining, Nameless Friend Boldly lead my life, O Being With the steps than cannot err, On me visit the inner seeing That reasons not nor needs infer. Open wide the inner gate Invite the Lord and Master in For in His hands I place my fate Who walks through sorrow, error, sin Unmoved, untouched by earthborn care, Supporting every fitful start Hid deep within and waiting there The Guide who never shall depart, Far from us yet ever close The silent One, the Avatar Who is the sabre and the rose, Igniter of the sun and star Who lights our darkest vestibules Severs the iron chains and bars That shut us i

The Far Transcendences of Love I've known the wine's extravagance And found desire in the ways, Lost the bloom of innocence In the headlong rapture of my days. But One who stood at the fiery gate Encouraged me to boldly go And seek my path yet consecrate, Remembering the burning glow She lit within this room of life, Awaking the Sleeper from his dreams Of worlds untenanted by strife, To launch this craft on sunlit streams And meet in perfect realms above The far transcendences of love.

Mad Poets 1/24/01 O the fine-tuning of a phrase By the poet elegant, Or the employment of a word Beyond the mind's extent. How with such fluid ease And mastery of line They jog our eyes to sight, Our knowledge redefine.

A Guardian is There I watch the endless battering-ram of thought That comes unbidden from our darker skies, Bombarding the brain with senseless snatches caught From world-waves that our ship of nescience plies, And looking close begin to realise That none of the meaningless wandering thoughts are mine. I've opened to a stream of consciousness that flies Wantonly, malicious or benign. It is as if a radio were tuned To every station simultaneously Or the brain a fragile open wound Exposed to all channels, attacked repeatedly. The Realized ones have found the remedy, To make of mind a calm reflective pool That pebbles of wa

The Undiscovered Countries of the Soul. God the Silent chambered deep within Speaks to the inward heart abjures the ear That catches only momentary din, Or eyes purblind to heaven's atmosphere. Fixed in earthly grooves and codified Our bodies move in old familiar ways, Mechanical reaction habit-tied No greater law, no higher force obeys. Yet shall we break the barriers we have built To screen us from the view of the Unknown, Across the crowded pathways of our lives She comes to us to build the living throne And seat the Godhead in this mortal space, Reveal the secrets of the occult scroll Of sacrifice that

To Mother - "The sun from which we kindle all our suns". And when my voice refound shall sing again It will not be the renderings of old, Of love betrayed and human tragedy And all our painful history retold, Of numberless births and deaths and life's brief dream And slow awakening from ignorance. Because thou hast descended to our earth My music shall hymn the supermind's advance, No more shall songs of sorrow fill our lives, Captivate and lead our hearts astray, The requiems to pain and sacrifice Shall yield to joy as surely as the day Is born within the darkest womb of night. And I shall writ

To Win the Soul's Release.htm To Win the Soul's Release A cloud of floating midges in the air And scurrying life among the leaves of fall, A new world grows omnipotent and fair Amid the raptor's cry, the song-bird's call. And we who tread the earth with upright stance, Actors in a sacred mystery-play Amongst Her highest creatures hardly glance To view the soaring spirit's destined way. We hold within our hearts an occult key To wisdom and undying founts of love, Harbour evil and divinity And untold gifts bequeathed from worlds above. What now remains to conquer, still must win, The soul's release to usher godhead in.

The Spirit's Fields and Energies.htm The Spirit's Fields and Energies There are definingmoments in our lives And looking down the vista of the years We see appear as on a distant marge Events and personalities, the spheres That informed our human acts and helped define The being that we are and are to be. We spot an indistinct and hazy shape As on the blue horizon of the sea That as we stare grows luminously clear. In form and form appear before our eyes The godlike souls, the children of paradise Whose love invades this earthly atmosphere. In the godlike beauty of their eyes we see Grand and ancient souls inviting to seize And tap the spirit's