The Great Souls One by one the great souls pass away And in their wake a sea of calm is found, The light they brought to earth shall surely stay, Their words in each aspiring heart resound. These consecrated visitors alone As mentors, friends and often inner guides Climbed to heights that men have never known, The truth-light caught that now on earth resides. Their constant help they offered to mankind Their wisdom-streams a boon to those who strive Though haltingly and often seeking blind A higher and diviner life to live.

Adventurers in the Alone And when she died the poetry Poured forth as from a jar of grief. And though I dwelt in misery Never did I shun belief That all these trials are but a door That opens on a world to be And all the memories we store Are locks for which we have no key. But God can enter as a thief And steal the unsuspecting heart To seat within the body's core A flame so bright we cannot part The light we are

Sleep Now My Child - A Lullaby Sleep now my child and in thy mother's arms Let the body from its labour rest, Take flight O soul beyond the world of dreams Where angels of diviner love possessed Attend thee in the counsel of the wise Who named thee where the golden river runs And cities made of diamonds dot the skies. Return refreshed and know the earthly charms Of singing bird and leaping deer and best, The beauty and the love in human eyes. Look not too close at sorrow but be aware The evil companion who lingers near our breast Hold thou to truth and all things true and fair And leave to Heaven's wisdom all the rest.

Faith, the Knowledge of the Soul Today I walked on barren sands Where windswept trees clung to rocks Older than the pyramids, Seeking sustenance from soil In the burning of the day. I wandered in my arid mind Unable to recall the source From which this present life had sprung. Once in the time of blazing youth I questioned and I sought for clues, Some light to shed on the mystery To solve the riddle of this world.

The Voice That In Us Sings 3/22/07 If we could see within the flower Or feel the beating heart of stone, Infinity know in one brief hour No longer would we be alone. If we could taste the true delight In all that passed before our gaze, Awake from sleep the inner sight And see the Light that in us plays, If we could hear the muffled voice Of one who calls us to the quest The soul would leap up and rejoice

Live in the Discovered Soul Great civilizations were destroyed When spiritual growth was stilled And demon forces in man toyed With him and darker motives willed. Though mind has grown and man evolved But partially above the beast, The truth of life remains unsolved Until the need for death has ceased, For there remains the spirit's need To progress in the human mould, Death is the helper, so decreed And new attempts mu

An Ever Brightening Flame 3/7/07 How difficult to shake from us things past, Untie the strings of memory that bind The Self of Light striving to emerge And leave our treasured memories behind. So much is left undone, the soul laments The changeless slow progression of the years A falling back repeating things thought done Our griefs recalled, the waterfall of tears Shed silently as loved ones round us die And I remain as on a barren isle To watch the willed destruction of my kind And witness greed that does all earth defile. I have returned to sweet familiar lands, A house of happiness with rooms of pain Where

Summoning The Golden Sound’s Descent.htm Summoning The Golden Sound's Descent. Preparing the body to receive the force As one might prepare for Communion with the Lord, Emptying the vessel of all doubt And thoughts that engender negativity I sat surrounded by aspiring souls Who would call a music down to change the world, Vibrations of such strength and purity No malignant darkness could withstand. A candle lit surrounded by the flowers, Placed there by a daughter of the sun, The OM began, felt within the cells, Progression of a oneness so unique That those with vision saw and others sensed A harmony not known on earth before. Beings from the higher worlds

Mallard Friend II Returning late at dusk I heard her cry, In pain she stood and long awaited me. I saw the damaged leg, the clouded eye And listened to her murmur plaintively. Trustingly she comes and does not fly As I approach bearing her daily food, I sit near her and in my grief I sigh Alone with her in evening's solitude. This morning limping she has come again And carefully I offer her the tray, I cannot gauge the measure of her pain Or know if she will somehow last the day. The males arrive and seeing her distress Crush her in their frantic haste to mate, She bears in silence their aggressiveness For in the genes the

The Inner Change Possessed not of the lyric voice Nor wideness of the epic mind Nevertheless I sing, rejoice At the gates of heaven lone and blind. I cannot dance, I cannot fly But beauty find among the flowers, Labour with love's energy To order my life's fleeting hours. Around me all is dead and dying And instantaneously reborn, The earth in pain and wounded, sighing, Of her beauty stripped and torn. The inner change can only be Solution for man's present state The sense of “I' replaced by “we”, And love supplanting ingrained hate.