In the Sea of Becoming June 1, 2004 Knock at the gates of beauty And at the doors of delight No grief can enter there, No sorrow mar our sight. Bathe in the sea of becoming Leave memory behind, Sail on the wave of the future That beckons to mankind. Break the bars of Inconscience In the prison of limiting mind, Cling to the truth of your being All ignorance rescind. Attend to the voice that is calling Afar yet deep within, The presence of peace descending Accept that you may begin Th

Who Shall Resist A vision leapt, then danced before my feet As I drifted down the avenues of dream. I moved in trance-like unreality Unable still to pierce the subtle veil That hangs between the self I do not know And the stranger that I face in waking hours. Sleep does not help, there too I am unaware, The body seems of foreign substance made. I ask for greater patience, deeper calm, Listen for a remembered voice to call, A newer music waiting to descend, But only hear the sound of old refrains. At the crossroads where the mind and spirit meet I wait the one true gu

Nataraj I looked into the young girl's eyes And saw God stripped of His disguise, At once she knew that I had found The path of light, the hallowed ground. She smiled until my mind was stilled My heart so wide with joy fulfilled To see the One I knew before, The dancer through the open door Behind whose steps the aeons fly Through galaxy and galaxy And all our lives are but His dance Eternity His long romance.

To Give When I am old if such I must become Let me not make inordinate demands On those whom I have known, no bothersome Requests from long familiarity Or simple service of this heart, these hands Offered to God in our humanity. I would not be a burden, for to give Defines the very constant of my way, Were I to take I could not longer live. My soul consigned to unseen God above Shall stoically accept the close of day, For I have lived in plenitudes of love. There still remain so many fields to clear In the cobweb crowded jungles of the mind, My time is yet far off and earth so dear That in these fruitful gardens of the Lord Let me still

A Poverty of Soul Elusive sleep why come you not tonight When all the dark enfolds me as I wait? A thousand thoughts within my brain alight, Unwelcome visitors who agitate And press for recognition as I lie Confounded by the world that men have wrought, Their hatreds cowled in religious piety The endless wars summing up to nought. A poverty of soul defines mankind, His power lust, desires uncontrolled, For few escape the prison of the mind Or ideologies grown quickly old. In truth there is no death the sages write Why then this vain attraction for the night?

The World Becomes A Sacred Place I have held her rich and fragrant with her seed And felt the quickening fire in her breast, Observed man's pavements buckled by a weed As Spring burst through the earth as one possessed. I have heard a hundred songs upon the air, Humbled by the beauty of the dance, The ritual of mating pair by pair And joy was mine with each remembered glance. But now I face the battle for the soul As demon forces rise to the quench the flame And I must empty as a beggar's bowl All sense of self, attachment to a name. Without the spirit all we gain is lost Yet with it what we give retained, inc

Of Diviner Things – The Kingfisher He looks at me and I at him And the heart is charged with ecstasy. As he flies from limb to golden limb The air is signed with poetry. Surveying the shallow pools below, He dives a bolt of flashing blue And all my soul retains the glow Ethereal of feathered hue That rises up a coloured prayer As once such beauty filled the skies And melodies upon the air Were heard in halls of paradise; Orpheus on his singing lute Caressed the softly yielding strings As Krishna played upon His flute A music of diviner things.

The Godhead Hid in Us As the Beautiful within her grew I was made aware of our eternity, A loveliness of soul I never knew And moments lived as one identity. But memories are bondage to the past I now must push aside my soul to find, The karma these forgotten selves' amassed Discard, for all our joys and sorrows bind The spirit to reflection's endless round. Each moment we must recreate anew Our lives till That for which we came is found, False appearances supplant with true, Rebirth in seconds count, not termless years Until the Godhead hid in us appears.

Our Planet I walked by barren trees the borers killed And through forsaken fields where toxins spilled, No hand was there for many a verdant spring To bring earth back to fruitful blossoming. The dogwood whitening the mountainside Was gone, a casualty of anthracnose, Diseases surging like a mighty tide, Lay waste to the camellia and the rose. The rivers ran polluted and the streams No longer could support aquatic life And all my childhood's memories and dreams Lay dashed upon the barren soil of strife. One feels a great malevolent force at play With man the puppet readily to hand, The blood of thousands spilled within a day

A Legacy of Love I would leave a legacy of love Regarding the evolutionary scale. Is not the worm the body of God as well Working in the earth from which we feed, Among swift-flighted singers that trim the air, The silent beasts whose hearts beat one with mine, Children in whose glow the years depart To leave me youthful in an ageless frame, And men and women whose presence lifts my soul? All things are most divine and none are less Nor more divine to the seeing eye, The Beacon who guides this ship of self to light.