New Man Emerging Flesh upon ingenious rack of bone Am I, neighbour to the galaxies, And in my fragile house of form, alone Wed to earth and God's infinities. I am the flower at the precipice' edge, The turning of the earth by worm and vole, A thousand daily births by Nature's pledge To carry forth the progress of the Soul. Blindly I grew and largely unaware Of former selves, shadows of my sun, Yet foundered not for the Angel of God was there To guide and to protect a work begun In previous lives and wrought through pain and death That waking now I migh

The Chambered Nautilus A chambered nautilus is the sleeping soul In its pearly septum sealed to view, Captain of a craft without a goal Driven towards an unseen rendezvous. Venturing slowly from its time-made shell Through coral groves and walls like sapphire, In the ocean of life tumbled and tossed pell-mell In a body awash in the eddies of desire. Yet this is but a fragmentary show, In subterranean depths the gods prepare The voyage of a covert embryo To journey from the depths of our despair To worlds of sanctity and build anew A greater man imbued with ageless grace In golden forms beyond the mind's small view, Fore

To Touch Her Feet I have seen compassion smile on me And known beyond the mind's capacity To know, the love of the pure and Radiant One Whose vision formed the worlds and lit the sun. I sing of the Mother who in Her deep regard Could calm the chaos, expose the false facade Transforming matter with Her silent gaze To sow in earth the great awakening rays. With measured pace I crossed the burnished floor And bowed my head to touch Her golden feet As then she opened my spirit's inner door With fire blazing terrible and sweet. Before Her all desire fell subdued And the spark of consecration's flame renewed.

The Weaver If only Thy pale reflection men can see How then shall break the visionary sight That views the radiant sun in all its force A glory-reflecting beam as pale moonlight? Our vision must encompass greater worlds, From greater heights an eye must scan delight And all within us to a love transport And end the drama of our human plight. We wake and sleep to a music's tired rounds Cut deep in the grooves of habit's unchanging modes, Content to live and act in minor roles And only perhaps in dreams to front those roads Unpaved, unmarked that climb to the unknown. Yet ever in us a secret something grows Silent behind our loud and bu

Dreams the Eternal Sows What then shall we learn when we believe all is known, A knowledge trivial accumulate Or cultivate a garden poorly sown By mind with weeds allowed to vegetate And rampant run among the few and rare Varieties entrusted to our care. Descents of inspiration and delight Settle in silence in the listening heart Illumining out thoughts with vision's sight, Creative force of Nature's highest art. As peace within our members spreads and grows We open to the dreams the Eternal sows.

Wonder Without Cease As a youth unconscious, unaware I revelled in the mystic life of soil And verdant branches fragrant, flower-hung, Her mysteries revealed in youthful toil. For as I laboured and into manhood grew I sensed a sealed divinity in things Felt a Grace surround yet hardly knew The occult Presence that in the life-force sings. Years have passed and genius I have seen, God-men who see beyond the walls of form And comprehend the soul within the seed Awake to the wisdom that works in star and storm. And now I feel at times that perfect peace, The secret Will and wonder without cease.

To Mother Unveil the Soul How fervently we yearned to see Her smile And bask within her tyranny of light, Her look exposing all our sheaths of guile, Her force that tore the coverings from sight And faintly let us glimpse yet hardly see, - For we would not survive if She revealed Before our eyes the omnipotentmajesty - The Mother of all Worlds,from men concealed, Garbed in human form for human eyes To love and all-too-human hearts to know, Exhorting us to wake and realize The god within, to rise and overthrow The demon power, usurper of the throne, Unveil the soul and live for Her alone.

Man in Transition Ever we chase Thee through the years Across the fields of destiny, Or hobbled by our hopes and fears Stumble on towards entropy, Visionless, profess to know The meaning of our sojourn here, The candles of our minds aglow In reason's stifling atmosphere. The touchstone of the soul we need To separate the dross from gold, A soil in which to plant the seed, A flame of faith that shall uphold The spirit's quest upon our earth, As nearer draws the Godhead's birth.

Soul of Man A sacred shrine unvisited Neglected, hidden from our sight Nestled in its mystic bed In the jungle of our day and night, An icon in a dusty place Cobweb-filled and left to lie Forgotten in our frantic pace To live awhile before we die. Such is the soul ignored by man In its pure and timeless state, With us since the world began, Witness of our destined fate. Softly now it wakes our hearts To other than we believe or see And calls before this breath departs To shake the drowse of life's ennui.

Disciples Among Seers He who is awake within our sleep Knocks gently at the prison-doors of mind Reminding us of promises to keep To free the soul, the shroud of fate unwind. Drugged though we be in matter's giant swoon, We hear the muffled voice, a glint perceive That makes of night a brightness as the noon, His words attend: "I come, do not grieve". For we shall wake to shore the knots of time And cleave the chains that bind us to the past, Admitted to a deep and vast sublime, The reign of truth where life with love is cast. Nor shall we turn again to face the night Of ignorance that tied us to our fears, Our petty gains,