Obeisence I have kneeled before thee holy ones Unseeing with my mortal eyes The Flames of God that light the suns And spin a thousand galaxies Seal not these eyes in final slumber Nor let the shades of death draw down Before my praises grief outnumber And I more conscious of thee have grown.

Fault-Lines I am aware of the fault-lines in my soul, The tremors in the heart's vicinity, Years have passed, I have not gained control Of self and mind – and yet I would be free, Free of the impatience in my bones, The restlessness that hinders lasting peace, Free of the restricting undertones Of primeval habits from which I seek release. Slowly She shall build an edifice To weather the tectonic plates and move The self to become what it essentially is, And indivisible portion of Her love.

To Find My Hidden Soul Lord grant me leave that I may yet explore The untrod avenues, the roads unseen, On spirit-heights thy image to adore And time Ñ to sweep the sanctuary clean, To face the future that I might attain, Hacking away the forest of the past, Accepting present loss for future gain The will to find my hidden soul at last.

Wonder Shall Not Cease The flower's aspiration must be ours Devotion uncomplicated by the mind, Offering desireless and pure Self-giving without need of recompense, Opening to the sun of being's truth, Blossoming in the light of divine love, Growth sustained by total sacrifice. I have felt the aspiration of the trees And looked into the lily's deep recess, Inhaled the fragrance of the jessamine And revelled in the peony's perfume. And as the flower turns towards the light Opened my petalled soul as in prayer. All Nature is a vast experience Of God's largesse and wonder shall not cease.

Step Back From Self 3/27, 2007 Sorrow has clipped your spirit's wings, You can no longer fly, O soul, you came for greater things Let not the sacred vision die. The years have slowed your faltering pace And muffled heaven's call These troubled days have veiled the face Of One who is the One-in-All. Watch patiently, in silence wait Avoid the shifting sand Of doubt that swallows small and great, Step back from self and time's demand For one may yet in you descend Signaling the darkness' end.

Songs to Sing Drawn by the calling of a lonely flute From the dark pavilions of the night I wandered lone among the leafless trees And wanted in my soul to set things right But the grief of all the world was gathered there And I unable, sightless, lost my way. I groped and learned that by the touch of things One can hold the dogs of thought at bay, Another way of seeing than with the eyes. Somewhere behind the heart a spirit free From all the machinations of the mind Knows the route to lost eternity. I saw when the impossible appeared Beyond, the possibility of love The conqueror who lives unseen in us, Our guardian descended fr

Attend Us Soon So many lives, so many voices Drowned in silence of the sea, So many prayers so few responses Seem to issue forth from Thee. Timeless journey to the centre Of a soul we cannot see Oh to find the door to enter The peace of all eternity. Maker of our fate and fortune On the Wheel turned by thy hand Krishna, Christ attend us soon And shed your light upon this land That we may end the endless heartbreak, Mindless violence and war Do not this flawed mankind forsake Our failing faith in Thee restore.

The Landscape of the Mind The landscape of the mind is filled With noxious weeds and overgrown For on its soil the seeds are spilled Of tired thoughts we believe we own. How then to clear these cluttered fields, Prepare a fertile ground and wait Till in its time the spirit yields The mystic seeds to germinate And we are freed from foreign strains That once grew uninhibited, Free to keep the ripened grains By the flowering of spirit fed.

I Hear the Spirit^s Call.htm I Hear the Spirit's Call Is there still a chance that I may stand Alone in time and facing God Give up this insincere façade, Renew the aspiring years of youth And seek more deeply for the truth Beyond which mind can understand, Or have the hounds of sorrow bit Too deep and desire still too strong That I must count myself unfit And to the lower realms belong. Yet still I hear the spirit's call And in the very flesh of me Resounding music to enthral, And bow my soul in humility

God to Find To see beyond the frozen images And structured recollections of the dead Framed in our lives through times dense passages, To be in our hearts resolved of fear and dread, Made pure by deep aeskesis of the mind, The will to quell desire, conquer greed, Resolved to make the journey God to find That towards eternal Light we may proceed.