A Kiss From Continents Away May12, 2007 Her voice a sweet caress across the seas, Her laughter like a sun dispelling night, Her words melodic like a wingéd prayer To ease my pain and troubled body's plight. This golden child's embrace my soul renews, Her words a promise of enduring bliss, A blessing hidden in a human guise, An angel come to heal me with her kiss.

The Name, Narad In memory's eye I am aware Of a soundless room white on white And seated there in a high-backed chair The reason for the world's delight. With measured pace I crossed the floor And knelt to touch Her golden feet Then slowly rose toward the door But in a voice so strong yet sweet She said to me, "Look at your card." I opened the sacred envelope And saw my name, heaven's bard Then all my soul was filled with hope And when I looked into her eyes The love I saw caused me to weep, A love c

World of Unparalleled Delights February's daffodils appear Thrusting through the thickly frozen soil And I awake with them the dancing years Regardless of past suffering and toil. As from the stem the golden flowers rise I too shall grow apace, my spirit soar Fling far from me the being that denies, And blossom forth from earth's enchanted floor To find my spirit's truth upon the heights From which I came a thousand lives ago To taste this world's unparalled delights And in a body learn to be and know.

A Greater Being’s Plan.htm A Greater Being's Plan What have we learned when death arrives at last To claim the body from the deathless soul, An uncertain recollection of the past A present peering towards an unknown goal, An unknown future for which we are unprepared. Truly the race is never to the swift But to those who through enveloping darkness stared Unflinching; for them the light, the priceless gift Who found the spirit in desert wilderness, Atop the hill, across forbidding p

Bringer of the Heavenly Light The whispering grasses welcoming her feet, The branches bowing low to shade her hair What plenitude of grace that we should meet The Creatrix of the worlds seated there In a little room fronting Bengal's shore. We who from the caverns of the night Or spaces cold upon a darkened plain Were led by fate and by awakened sight To see the light we lost once again And open to Her love at being's core. He is the calm that gathers in the storm She the bringer of the heavenly light, Who guides our souls and shields us from all harm And sheds on us Her great and golden light That we may tread the path

The Seasons Spring came singing through the cherry trees And wove her coloured tapestries on earth, I sang with her repeating harmonies Learned through centuries of death and birth. Then drowsy summer indolent and free Knowing that her final hour was close Rushed her pace coaxing bloom to seed But left alone the proud and stalwart rose. Now autumn bloomed magnificent in leaves Preparing for her time of nude repose, In winter's frozen arms she threw herself To sleep and dream of the beauty God bestows. Last came the days of the falling leaf. One felt that death would scatter everything Yet in my soul I knew apart from grief, In wi

The Spirit’s Home.htm The Spirit's Home Sibilant whispers whirled within my brain, Vestiges of demons thought expunged As if a door once shut had sprung again And hordes of pressing thought-forms lunged Into a space once cleansed of turbulence, A foul Augean stables of the mind. Yet looking back I see the vain pretence To think that I in one brief life might find In the endless repetition of the days The spirit's home where live a higher kind, And all my human difficulties

In This Consecrated Hall Such joy pervades this night of gathered souls, As if the tread of silent angel feet Quicken the earth and wake from sleep and dream The Presence in the heart of all who sing. A gracious harmony, a pure delight Descends into this living house of God, A music now we hear unheard before Or only in the unattainable spheres; Hearts are charged and holy bodies glow, A force divine unites our disparate lives, In this consecrated hall our oneness find In essence and in offering and love.

Mantra, The Transforming Word June 1999 Late have I found in the storm-tossed mind No refuge from the swell of adverse seas. In silence wait the centred flame to find That from this undertow shall bring release. Yet in the hallowed space at the body's core She has lit a flame no darkness dare deny And in my heart a long remembered shore And sanctuary that all my faults belie. Now the titanic task to sail towards light And throw the mental baggage overboard, Hold the grail in the soul's unerring sight Admit the Grace and grasp the lever-word.

Bumblebee My hawk's loud greeting echoes through the sky As songbirds weave their springtime melodies The mind subdued I feel out of me fly My soul among the flowers and the trees. There are times when we are showered with earth's gifts And even in the darkness see the light, A streaking star the mortal spirit lifts As we perceive the world with second sight. Fragrance of rhododendrons in the glade, The great magnolia chalices held high, The violet and columbine in shade Whisper secrets of eternity. My eyes are drawn to beauty and I sigh As night falls softly bringing day to close, One final blessing seen in passing by, A bumblebee