For Mary Helen The First Snows Came A land of starkness where beauty's ways are taught In frozen landscapes, nights of pale sun-bloom, A silent world where Nature's face is caught In icy depths that months of darkness tomb. Smoke-grey skies descend to waters greyed By glacier run that grinds the hard rock-pan, Where the soul in things is cherished and obeyed And the spirit gods dwell ever close to man. A sea cut through with floes of shimmering blue And sunset over mountains ridged with ice A poetry of earth reborn anew, From hidden depths disclosed her paradise. The first snows came unnoticed in the night, A powdered-s

A Simple Prayer – Darshan Eve And now another Darshan day Comes gently on our busy hours, A moment to reflect and pray That He who all our lives empowers May dawn in us, awake from sleep The slow evolving consciousness, A mind that would small vistas keep And lose His touch of tenderness. Might we this eve enlarge our scope To gather in His timeless gifts In peace to love Him and to hope For deeper offering that lifts Our souls, ascending toward His feet, Our hearts enveloped by His grace, That in this life we may yet meet And look once more upon His face.

The Pulse of Love Once in contemplation's calm repose And concentration's fixed imperative I focused on the Presence in the heart And found the pulse of love for which I live. For when the Force is channelled to the soul All else appears a dream within a dream For a moment's beat the world does not exist, An energy or vibratory stream. Too soon the touch is lost, life rushes in, Impulses of the world-ways inundate And we are tossed and turned upon her seas And moved by ingrained habits small and great. Again and again we must return to calm Seat the Image firmly in our breast, Invite the Peace to penetrate the cells And of

Diviner Shores of Light (Inspiration from Savitri, Book I, Canto IV) As in the trough of a vast and swelling sea, Carried from crest to crest by white-capped waves, The soul in a cradle of time moves endlessly Towards the shores of God our spirit craves. On the rise and fall of massive tides In a small impermanent craft man dares Unsounded depths of life or fleeing, hides Along the safer coves of time, repairs To easier bays of Self and inlets known To harbour pleasant moods and carefree days, Though in his mariner soul a seed is sown That grows to front the Unknown in His ways. For we must challenge deeper seas, explor

The One Constant How shall we speak of gratitude Who lean to the call of the day's desire Impassioned, blind, in aspect crude We cannot fan the spark to fire. A greater Love has moved our soul But small our means and mean our will To follow the path of an unseen goal Where life must pause and mind must still And body bear descending force Atomic in lethargic cell, Annihilating mind's recourse To reason where it lives to dwell. Yet is every moment tinged with light And Grace comes streaming softly down, Through the tangled skeins of earthly plight The veiled Creator extends the crown. For now no longer can we hide O

Silently, For Amal on my birthday Secret Splendour 7/29/01 I have lived in cloistered sovereignty King of all the nonessential things, A dreamer awash in unreality Where thoughts unbidden on invisible wings Fly into mind's corridors unmanned. What is this narrow entity, this "I", That struggles to regain its high command, A vestige now of former lives that vie Reluctant to bear the burning flame within. Slowly the outer walls erode and fall, And Ego's crust continues to wear thin, A face I glimpse, from ages past recall:

Moment of Truth In the rising of evil when the black Fiend's voice Exhorts jihads in the name of the Righteous One And legions of his followers rejoice As innocents are slain, death's hour begun Once more upon the stained and bloodied earth, The soul of man is in the balance weighed, Where demon forces fight to stay the birth Of Truth engendering love, the Word obeyed That leads the soul to its higher destiny. The armies of darkness seek to quench the light. The golden age awaits humanity When overcome is our compact with the night.

Soul-Flower A flower whose name I do not now recall Blossoms in the centre of my heart, A rose perhaps of psychic offering Or mystic lily of the Maker's art. Long has it lain asleep in dormant bud, But now in the warmth and blaze of its refound sun Unfolds to beauty and the touch divine Yielding in sweetness to the fragrant One, An opening made in the dense clay of self, But the full and final flowering awaits The momentous change, the true decisive turn Toward the sound that ever reverberates In our souls and in ourselves, the mantric Aum. And when we live in that subtle state of grace All will be changed for suddenly we see That li

New World Descending There is so much poignant beauty here And greater riches waiting to descend, I hear a music from an unknown sphere Singing of joys I scarce can comprehend, A song entrancing, voicing the secret bliss, Awaiting the dual Advent's response to our plea, The godhead's stamp and seal, the sacred kiss, The single tone of infinite harmony. For we have seen Her walk on dove-white feet Clearing the golden pathway for our lives Where the shadows of our habit-selves retreat And the aspiration of the heart survives. In the busy desert of our days

Memoriam Aeternam Gone are the realized souls of late, and where? Do they now reside in realms of sacred sleep Or the body of the earth prepare, God's promise of a life divine to keep? With fire-bright eyes they looked upon weak and brave And cast their joy on all who seeking sought Their intercession and ever a blessing gave To souls who in the net of life were caught. How shall we now remember them who live Without the need of human form or face, Who dwell with us and ever our faults forgive And guide us to the Mother's vast embrace.