Since Time Began March 17, 2011 Wisps of fog come drifting through the trees, Majestic soaring of the regal firs, A sun-edge cloud blown by a steady breeze, And in my heart a deep emotion stirs. Ascending through the serried realms of light I soar on golden wings my soul to rest And on the boughs of ancient trees alight. This world is made for beauty, not a test Or trial we must endure for Paradise, The promise for the good and faithful few Who enter as the heavenly minstrel cries Welcome, welcome, welcome, to each of you! Earth is the place where men and angels meet Upon this soil where the blood of ages ran; Look on its loveliness, so gran

To Build the Golden Chrysalis Sept. 8, 2011 I would like when I walk through the final door To remember all things beautiful and true, With no regrets sail to a unknown shore And blue horizons as your eyes were blue. Though when you left a part of me left too. Now age upon me comes and fierce my toil Still incomplete with battles to be won, Fought on hard and unforgiving soil. The feeling persists – I have not yet begun Nor inward turned to greet the inner sun, Aware so clearly now that I must seek The golden chrysalis to build, prepare. This work of change is not for the timid or weak Who fear to climb the steep and narrow stair

Why I Came April 4, 2011 Something in the stillness softly calls, A voice that seems my own from depths within, Despite the unplanned errors of the days And the unconsciousness gropings in the dark. Where the centre lies I cannot say, Aware of only fragments of a truth That lies in me and yet is hid from view. I only know that this is why I came, For the beauty of the Way on which I go, The challenge and the daring of the game, To unearth the secret held within this clay, The reason why my soul takes birth in time.

India, Our State of Grace April 15, 2011 I left the heat and humidity, Mosquitoes and the monsoon rain, Returned to a cold but friendly land Where I was welcomed back again. It is gentler here, the body at ease. The pressure less and less the pain, But there the soul is witness to The future that on earth shall be When we have left the past to die. We who live in eternity Must find the one who lives in us , Be done with such stupidity To speak of things we do not know Yet believe we truly understand. A day shall come when all shall see The miracle our souls demand A vessel of the High command Who knows earth as our dwellin

The Consciousness of God Feb. 24, 2011 He trims the lamp and calls the Presence in And when it comes he lives within the flame. All things are known to him, the inner sight Opens as a flower bud unfolds. Witness of all that is destined still to come Prophet, sanctified through birth and birth, Guide and friend who counsels in the night The striving soul walking the sharp edged lanes, The byways where the fruits of falsehood grow And all temptations on the upward route. In his calm demeanour all he sees But judges not the sinner or the saint Above the mind he sees that all are one A few ahead and few behind, but all Destined to realize the soul one day

This World Must Change Oct. 17, 2011 Once again this painful memory As I listen to a haunting choral work 'O Sacrum Convivium' intoned Over and over again these harmonies98 Resound in me yet only sadness reigns And the sorrow of the world on me descends. I pass a paraplegic in a chair Pushed resolutely by a wizened hag And in the chair it is myself I see, Head immense, lolling, the twisted form, Distorted face, passionless and mute. The tears unbidden flow – this world must change And grief give room for joy to take its stand. So shall the Overman transitioning Be born into this world of human clay,

Eclipse Sept. 8, 2011 Eerie atmosphere as if the sun Were hidden by an opaque veil of ash A stillness too that silences the leaves And the loud world to a moment's rest. It is the hour of the great eclipse, No birds sing and stifled the cricket's cry As suddenly the earth a stranger seems To one accustomed to the day and night. An unknown scent drifts upon the air. Almost a frightening witching hour comes In the heavy sky when day has turned to dusk. One stands alone wondering if this Was how the world began before the Word Brought light and the first greening came. Perhaps a landscape on the cusp of time Before the mighty OM, the primal sound W

Mother and Queen There are times one feels the heart is gone And all one's will in ashes too The past one wanted to be done Comes rushing back with force anew. For deep within us darkness hides And only Fire can burn it out But there is one whose voice misguides Instilling in the mind the doubt That one can tread the chosen path. Desire like a dress that clings, Impatience spurring on self-wrath The insignificance of things That settle in the physical mind, Tenants who have overstayed Their welcome, but alas we find Arisen demons we thought were slayed. It does not seem earth will survive To those who view the out

Only the Soul Within The weakening circles of the wearing mind That spins in old and worn familiar grooves, Nothing it can know or truly find, A chess-pawn with its fixed and formal moves. Nothing can desire's will achieve, Its turbulence unable to retain The higher truth it cannot yet perceive, Singing still the vital-life's refrain. Body too is helpless in the flow And drifts down slowly towards entropy, Only the soul within can truly know The present, past, and future that will be.

God^s Intent.htm God's Intent We who have seen with worshipping eyes A brightness in the atmosphere, A clearness as of rain-washed skies From every distant land drew near To look on loveliness and grace Of one who has descended here And bear the piercing diamond eyes And the beauty of a perfect face. Now neither death nor suffering Can halt the golden ray's descent Or stay the earth's full blossoming Or the glory that is God's intent.