And He Ascended into Heaven And He ascended into Heaven. There may be stops along the way, Places for the soul to rest On the long road to consciousness. The journey seems to slow or stop Death intervenes but birth renews The upward spiral gradually. Do we not all move towards the light?

New Awakenings I have no converse with the angel-kind Once only saw the Demon at his work In headstrong days when tempestuous youth was blind To the hidden depths where nether forces lurk. There are endless worlds that wait to be revealed Though I have not the skill nor discipline, A higher music is my occult field, It vibratory modes sound within. Music from the strings of a thousand lyres And love divine that through my spirit sings Prompt me to light the sacrificial fires, Prepare my soul for new awakenings.

To Wake the Sleeper Above our houses in the dimming light The star-encrusted ceiling of the night Appears, and heaven seems not far away, A heart-beat from the brilliance of the day. Through diamond paths the seas of emerald flow, The occult messengers, their plumes aglow From golden boughs lean down to waken us And with their silver trumpets lightly blow The call to wake the sleeper from his dreams To drink

Soon Now the Light All beautiful things, all things pure Awake the poet soul in me, In simplicity I am secure, A child-soul filled with gaiety Singing of flowers still to be, An end to violence and wrath The hopelessness we must endure And difficulties of the path, The burdens of the helpless poor And war's unspeakable aftermath. The thirteenth of May, the sun illumes The darkness that so slyly hides In the human body's chambered rooms And to the sages view reveal The facile word, the easy smile The treachery the eyes conceal The veil of hate, the web of guile. Soon now the light shall penetrate The shadowed heart, the shuttered

All Earth's Sorrow.htm All Earth's Sorrow Aug. 24, 2007 All earth's sorrow, all her pain Shall be as naught if once again A silver flute and a golden ray Upon our mortal pastures play.

She is the Choreographer 01/17/07 Like symbol notes upon an ancient staff A music intimate and wandering Played across the pages of my life. I sang the odes that built the hidden worlds And chanted to the Godhead hid in me. In the faint recesses of my secret soul New melodies were formed from earthly strains And I unknowing whence this sound was born Was led into the fire by Her hand And knelt in fragrant hours by Her feet. Though years have passed still are there songs to sing And choirs of devotion to attend, It is She who brings the rhythms of the dance Creating worlds where nothing was but dust. She is the choreographer of life

To Live for Thee 3/14/07 Retuning home I fell into the past. It was a hard fall and bruised my soul. To shake off sorrow and to shake off joy And walk into the future nude and free For some is an impossible task. A thousand memories built brick by brick Construct a temple to our suffering Joined with the mortar of all past delight. I could not move but to descend again Into the being I was and must not be. How long must one await the breaking walls, The foundations of the past reduced to dust, And from the ashes of our former selves Let the fire-bird of the new world arise From a heart that longs though it is blind, Transform the body m

Peace Within Our Hearts At other times, in other places, Unknown names, forgotten faces Yet lingering behind the masks, Spirit-signs and deep soul-traces. From foreign lands in former times Hauntingly faint remembered crimes And deeds of valour, inhuman tasks The soul lives on through death and climbs Above the body, beyond the mind Seeking a resting place to find Communion with God and humbly asks For peace within our hearts enshrined.

As She Walks By Slowly the moon through solemn banks of cloud Moves as a pure-bread maiden, chaste and free, Upon the hills she drapes a milk-white shroud Luminous and couched in mystery. There is something in the air tonight, A mood, a dream or hushed expectancy Yet more perhaps, a harbinger of light One who shall reweave earth's tapestry. The waiting leaf anticipates her touch, The trembling shrubs wait for her to pass. The flowers lean to her as if to clutch A sweeter joy; the ever-patient grass Cherishes every impress of her feet And the winged ones honour her in song. The ripening fruit offers her its sweet Refreshin

Godlike Kiss You say that I must let this sadness die And lift from stricken eyes the shades of grief To follow where the paths of beauty lie Bring closure to the heart and soul's relief. This world is not by some deep sorrow made Though all things rare and beautiful soon fade To memory or run to slow decay, All human effort bound to die away. But slowly as the star-swept evening yields To the richly coloured halo of the morn She left these beautiful