Why Are We Here? August 9, 2011 We stand upon a crossroad as we gaze And watch the world's traffic speeding by, A vast computer dominates our days As we recall lost beauty with a sigh And look upon a world gone awry. Destruction on a superhuman scale Tears into the fabric of our lives Powerless to act our leaders fail Unable to quell dissent anger thrives And now the voice of anarchy arrives And finds its dwelling in the heart of man. But all our 'isms' fail and we are left To change ourselves within is all we can, Our future taken from us we feel bereft Of our humanity and the gift Of life ending in the hour of death. But a

Standard-Bearer Jan. 18, 2011 Until the mind is settled in its calm And the sorrows of the world no longer mine, No peace can come to compass my ascent. For I would be other than I am, No longer tied to a mechanic round Of stale ideas and petty wants and needs But on strong pinions freely soaring forth Discovering within these latter days The truth that One foretold long years ago. Unless the consecrated Self announce Its mastery of body, life and thought And in the stillness of its wide uplift Bring down into this worn and tired flesh The light that will illumine and transform. Before t

Our Life is Meant August 9, 2011 We stand upon a crossroad as we gaze And watch the world's traffic speeding by, A vast computer dominates our days As we recall lost beauty with a sigh And look upon a world gone awry. Destruction on a superhuman scale Tears into the fabric of our lives Powerless to act our leaders fail Unable to quell dissent anger thrives And now the voice of anarchy arrives And finds its dwelling in the heart of man. But all our 'isms' fail and we are left To change ourselves within is all we can, Our future taken from us we feel bereft Of our humanity and the gift Of life ending in the hour of death. But

Upon the Path July 20, 2011 I write these lines that do not come from me, The source half-known but why and how and when Is not revealed; in calm moments of the soul When the rough world is hid from view, Shuttered out its darkness and deceit, I sit alone and look upon the face Revered through timeless centuries of love. Kunitz says the poems as blessings come Perhaps in answer to our inmost prayers, And yet with me in moments of gratitude, And in times past , moments of grief and pain Descend. I write and strive not with the mind To change the thoughts that lie beyond its scope. No visionary I and prosody Of little interest to the waking self.

Towards the Truth-Light II Oct. 8, 2011 Now the pansies and chrysanthemums Paint the landscape of the changing year And in my autumn change upon me comes. How many springs have passed me as I walked Unknowing with my hurried feet of clay. I am tired now, the waning year returns With griefs and memories I once had locked Away in brighter seasons, happier days. Each season has its beauty and the fall Of coloured leaf against a burnished sky Evokes a longing in the troubled heart. Earth prepares for its hour of tranquil rest And the white days that seem to cover sins. I find no rest, he seeking soul moves on, There

His Blessing Hand March 12, 2011 My heart shall sing, my eyes look lovingly Upon the whispering grass, the soaring spires Of mountains that approach the feet of God. The 'Northern Lights' spread their evening fires Across the calming blue of Krishna's sky. Morning, the gilt-edged clouds move languidly As I prepare to greet the lordly sun. Beneath my feet the crunch of frozen sod From winter's touch, for spring has just begun With daffodils beneath the cherry tree. I have returned from a sacred Eastern land Aflame within, enfolded by such love As rarely felt; it seems the touch of God Descended from a glowing realm above Has blessed my s

At Her Feet III March 10, 2011 In Brindhavan where the Gopi's play Krishna came one summer day And stamped upon their hearts His name And so began the timeless game Of man and God and man's desire Rising like an incense spire To know and live a life of love Petitioning the Lord above An answer to our fervent prayers To descend once more the heavenly stairs That we again might see His face, Of evil and darkness lose all trace And taste that moment rare and sweet, Surrendered fully at Her Feet.

The Truth I Could Not See Aug. 21, 2011 I hoped the Lord of Life to meet But could not reach to touch his feet So glued was I to my small ways Proud and stubborn all my days. But I was young and did not know That when he called my soul would go And find in Him all that I sought Unknowingly and when I caught First sight of Her my life began. So strong the force I from Her ran, Embracing life I worked and dreamed Of all that so important seemed. Now I live in peace, alone, Perhaps past karma to disown But now Their love has opened me To the truth I am but could not see.

The Eternal Bride April 14, 2011 I would capture beauty as I capture life From the microcosm to the vasts of space Remembering the look in certain eyes That shone with Truth in many a passing face. I would find love in the common and the vile, Tear the veil from every false façade To see the light that blossoms from the soul And know each being carrier of God. I would root the darkness out that still remains Companion to the darker realms of me And in a bath of Grace cleanse my soul And see myself as I must truly be, A bridegroom wed to the eternal bride Upon this spinning globe on which we ride.

To the Lord of Life Mar. 24, 2011 Suddenly the trees, Skeletons of might Awake from winter sleep Greening overnight. From barren earth there springs Magical to the eyes Beauty beyond belief, Surprise upon surprise, Where yesterday one saw Naught but dust dry leaves, Now a thousand sparkling hues, Rainbow symphonies. And in this joy I dwell And in each moment live And to the Lord of life Give all that I can give.