The Guidance of the Soul Sept. 22, 2010 Is the fog of my desire lifting now As the sun through densest clouds breaks through, Is the ego-sense dissolving so that I May walk into the unknown and the new? Is the body too awaking from its sleep The lethargy of programmed cells to die, To valiantly accept transforming light And rend the veil of life’s obscurity? Repetitive and weak and hardly used Has mind at last relinquished its control, Of random thoughts that enter it at will, Can all accept the guidance of the soul And merge in Her surrendered and alive, For this my hopes, my life, my dreams I give.

Awake, O Soul My inner being spoke to me, saying It is a small world you live in Narad, Very small, have you no wings to fly? You sleep and dream unconsciously through night Or occupied with thoughts that linger on In the echoing chambers of the physical mind; Learn to soar above the sameness of days, The established routines developed through the years. Yes, you are growing younger one can see And the body slowly wakes to new-found strength But the mind still weak needs to concentrate And open to the higher planes to know What lies within the hidden psychic core. Awake, O soul, and rise above yourself.

Gift of Rose Mar. 15, 2010 Youth in all its sweetness comes Running to my open door, And I with arms of joy outstretched Embrace her beauty and adore. Day falls into languid night The tropic heat a furnace grows As wondrous eyes gaze at me With love that would my heart enclose. The seasons bring their transience, With dew-filled morns and auguries, Of gardens winking in the sun And wind-swept earth that coats the trees. How many dawns are left to play In the flower-fields that call to me I reckon not nor do I care For I am young and young shall be, Her love all shattered grief repairs With loveliness that love bestows Of perfumed ja

Heaven Transplant December 19, 2010 How shall denuded earth her body heal If man continues his destructive course, Is there still hope the deadened heart might feel? How shall we reconcile a species lost And beauty trampled in the mud and dust Of once vast forests rising to the sun. Can we yet overcome our greed and lust Our unslaked thirst for power and dominion? Now have we heard of a supernal force Descended here to charge the living cells, To set the soul upon its rightful course And heaven transplant into our self-made hells.

In One Transforming Day Icebergs like a fragment of my thoughts Drifting in a clear and tranquil sea, Strains of melodies beyond the stars Floating through the vaults of infinity, I hear a voice known from some distant past That speaks of lives and loves lived long ago, Of soul that does not die though body fall And divine experience still to know. Sometimes these earthly years seem not enough To grow in light and love towards that sun Reflecting the light that is for evermore. I feel the inward journey scare begun, Through every trial and every stumble and fall I know uplifting grace is with me still, Resolute to offer and

By the Bengal Sea September 27, 2010 Midnight passes and still I cannot sleep The spinning mind like a young child’s top, A channel for a thousand thoughts that keep Repeating endlessly and will not stop. Only the meditative poise can cease The turbulent remembrances that turn Like revolving doors inhibiting the peace That is my spirit’s need, for which I yearn. The year is changing and the lake turns grey With waves that seem to emulate my mind. I ask for silence and in silence pray That somewhere deep with my soul I’ll find The truth of me and why I came to earth If not to grow towards divinity And all I can in this stupendous birth;

Day By Day October 4, 2010 I have seen the fields of lavender And watched a thousand blossoms close Marvelled as the sunflowers turned When the Great One in his chariot rose. I have known the touch of winter’s hands Whose frozen rivers called to me Have borne the heat of a tropic noon Where lay my spirit’s destiny. I have worked the baked adobe soil And struggled to plant in gumbo clay Wearied from a life of toil I live in the moment, day by day.

Her Name December 17, 2010 In the mystic morning of my soul’s rebirth I came again to this beloved earth A journey sanctified by aeons past, To a world of beauty that does not last And the boundaries ordained by death. Oh what wonder dawned at my first breath I, ignorant, unknowing and divine. Years would pass and newer stars align Before I found her whom I sought in pain And joy, returning to her arms again. This I tell you, this I surely know Outside of her my spirit cannot go Or lose the light she brought, for which we came Within our hearts forever dwells her name.

Driving to Matagiri with Mother We through the rolling valleys, the rounded hills Proceed; circuitous seems our way and fate The fickle knowing driver of our car Has planned the route by some unknown decree. Our destiny assured we laugh and play And share the bond of union built on love For One who came to change this deathbound life Establishing on earth the Spirit's rule. It is a journey of a thousand births And through the outer shocks and challenges Behind the heart the psychic being grows. This friend who has befriended me I love, Not with the vital's inordinate demands Or the body's specious need to bond, The

Architect of Light He has broken the lock and soon will set me free From the prison of my deeds and my desires Where I have lived behind these mortal bars, With encapsulated memories and dreams And all things past the soul would now renounce, To fly above the ceiling of limiting mind, Out from the rigid body's hard confines, A freedom-bird who soars into the sun Of Self enlightenment, no prisoner Of fate, unbound by matter's iron laws. Time forgotten and the realms of space Beckon to me beyond the distant stars; Yet all experience resides within And nowhere can I go but He is there, Companion, friend, architect of Light, The calm, co