Fount of Gratitude I am weary of the sorrows of this world And all the sordid business men call life Yet cannot turn away for I belong, Participant and author of my strife. Humanity embattled seeks its soul Amid diversions manifold and sweet The Tempter throws as baubles to a child Hoping the psychic being to unseat And leave the throne untended for a while. Forgetting we might dally and delay Consumed by acquisition, immersed in greed The lamp untrimmed no longer light our way. A deep and ancient memory awakes Within the walls of waking self and calls, A muted voice reminding of our quest Despite our painful stumbles

The Moments of God Hidden in the vast archives of sleep Or drained from storage cells of memory We lose too soon in some forgetful deep The moments of God in our humanity. Yet the soul remembers the smallest things, A word that woke the wistful heart to seek, The leap of joy the psychic contact brings A face recalling former lives, the meek And humble stirrings of consciousness in man. And while the outer being plays and dreams The spirit sees with eyes that higher scan The vistas where the golden river streams, And seeks to reunite and divinise This bodily life, to God acclimatise.

On the Borderlands of Prayer I saw on some unshrouded plane Where heaven's golden fire blazed The death of Falsehood, evil slain, And then a rose-like chalice raised To slake our thirst for God's advent, A cup eternal, Grace-filled, fair, A symbol of divine descent On the borderlands of prayer. I saw Truth leap across mind's bars And day assault night's dynasty, The trespass of a million stars Upon the Void's infinity. Whatever burdens we must bear To gain the soul's recovery Knowing, we shall not despair Or grieve for lost divinity, For He whose calm sustains the Light Descended here to lift earth-kin

Cherry Tree It was the very essence of a tree And called my youth's embrace upon its boughs To pluck its tart and luscious fruits with glee A treasure of my childhood's memory. Now boyhood days are spent, the family gone And years have flown since last I saw it bloom. Imprinted in my cells its joy lives on And in my heart I've found a wider room That gathers to a vision of harmony The life-force at the living heart of things, The rising sap that crowns the mystery Of earth and all the glories heaven brings To man who in his mystic self is free And wakes to glimpse unveiled divinity.

New Anthems to the One A greater music waits unscored above, Its cadences too fine for human ear, Its harmonies unheard in earth's dull air The rapture-chant of the eternal Seer. We've sung so many masses for the dead And requiems to God's great sacrifice, Shall there be no oratorios to light Or overtures that rise to Paradise. Might we wake to His rhythms beyond time And dance that frees the soul to wonder-flights, The melodious song of heaven in our hearts And descant voices calling from the heights. We will compose new anthems to the One Whose ecsta

Prayer to the Mother for Purification Cleanse from me Mother the sediment within, Thy love in streams of grace ever flowing May I feel thee in the rising of the day, Remember thee when the sun is in the glowing. Peel away the mask that I have built In this frail attempt to seem unique and bold Purify a heart that beats for thee, Break the rigid strictures of this mould. Still the busy rambling mind to peace, May all my thoughts thy image apprehend The body obeisant open to thy force, To the advancing Truth my soul attend. Though the hour is close the body of darkness rears, Its falsehood dying as the god-light

O Luminous One O luminous One I bow before Thy feet And all my yearning soul to Thee consign, I wander now in deep tranquillity Among the flower-paths and would be Thine, Yet all the outer shell remains oblique And still I fall into the ingrained ways Where self-control is lost and ego rides Upon my back and anger rears and neighs, But briefly now these moments of regress, For deep within my heart a Presence dwells And in our mortal soil a truth-light grows. Descending now a heavenly music swells, A sudden joy our sorrow overtakes And to Thy touch the sleeping soul awakes.

Cradle of the Superhuman Birth In the flower-studded meadows of my youth In hemlock forests dense and deep with peat I walked on mossy paths in search of truth And in my heart the love of wildness beat. Attracted to the woods, the rushing streams The trails that led to deeper secrets trod A child alone in the landscape of his dreams A soul in turmoil searching for its God. How vast the world beyond the body's door Such joy beheld to make the spirit weep, Within a realm of wonder to explore As consciousness awakened from its sleep. The inalterable progression of the years Allotted time to pray and contemplate T

Consecrated Ground In my heart a Presence felt as pain, A momentary pressure on the wall Of self, it ebbs then presses forth again Responding to the inner being's call. O might it pierce this thickened envelope A passage make to free the winged soul To join with God, its overriding hope Amid the earthly tides that fiercely roll Upon the shores of time and seize the man, A prisoner on isolated bars Where surging forces rush to thwart the plan That lies concealed within the silent stars. O fount of all the wonders still to be Prepare the ground I consecrate to Thee.

Call 1/27/01 The complex stratagems of mind fit ill The heart that loving seeks through love Thy Will, Through adoration by the scented flame That glows upon the altar of Thy Name; Whose consecrated energies are spent In prayerful moments seeking Thy descent, Responding to a deep persistent call And remembered face that holds his soul in thrall.