Day of Birth and Second Birth O Mere divine, I worship at Thy feet For never did one need Thee so as I, In the face of every stranger that I meet, Behind, unmasked, it is the Deity. On this day of birth and second birth When the opening of soul is at its peak I who have trod the fragrant lands of earth Have grown aware it is only Thee I seek. In beauty and in violence I greet The master of all lives who reigns with Thee, In the stillness of my meditation's seat, From the highest Kanchenjunga to the sea, In the shrine within the heart I sing Thy name Acknowledging the honour and the boon, For Thee alone Thy children

Mother Descending the Stairs No photographic splendour of the night Or opalescent nebulae in space Could fill the yearning heart with more delight Than Her descent in a white cloud of grace. They saw Her as a flame of brilliant rays Moving along the balcony or street, Vanquishing the demons of our days. I only saw Her soft sandaled feet, Her hand upon the polished balustrade, Her eyes that held the world in their embrace Her loveliness that made earth's beauty fade, Divine compassion etched upon Her face, And O, the silken softness of Her hair, – I wept to see Her sweetly standing there.

The Clear and Sunlit Way A longing that constrains the breath, Hopes that will not die, A certitude outlasting death And life's indignity. A dream of unpolluted earth, The blue of crystal skies, A crucible for higher birth And heaven's majesties. Descend once more O stainless feet, Touch our sacred soil, Cleanse our hearts of all deceit That we may knowing toil To hasten the advent of the day The centuries have sought, Walk now the clear and sunlit way Transcending mortal thought.

Transforming Light A heart that longs unable yet to soar, A body bound by cords of ignorance A soul alive to beauty at its core Silent still as in a natal trance. The mind is too much master of our days The vital man of unfulfilled desire, What room is there for rapture or for grace When thought is but an unrelenting gyre. The fields of our forgetfulness are sown With the scattered bones of promises unfilled The cluttered inner landscape overgrown, The soil of our awakening untilled. The key is given and unlocked the gate That opens on transcendent images, Eternal scenes of sweetness that await The traveller spirit throu

Until the Soul's Awakening We step unknowing to a worldly dance Moved by rhythms from an unknown past, In the uncertainty of time and chance Our lives like straws by the winds of fate are cast. Under the tree of life we fall asleep, Unconscious bodies formed by conscious will, And wake to find the way is hard and steep Half mindful of the compacts we must fill. The lingering memories of old desires The fantasies of adolescent years, Suppress the ageless spirit that aspires, Hide from us the heavenly frontiers. What can we see without the sage's eyes? To the frantic pace of hurried days we cling And all the gold b

Godhead's Seed Once Sown.htm Godhead's Seed Once Sown Out of the soul's deep slumber I woke in vision to see Star-fields appear without number On the cloak of eternity. I asked for a star or two And She gave me a galaxy Of children singing the new Songs of destiny. In a blaze of white sun-flares I saw Her feet descend Down the golden stairs Signalling the end Of the spirit's long travail In its house of flesh and bone. Her creation will not fail,

Promise of Supernal Days No peace can satisfy but peace within, Our highest hopes give savour to our words; But prayer is lost and vanished discipline, Life's tributes paid to small inferior lords. Our poetry and sacred texts now lie Forgotten and ignored in gathering dust While in our living-rooms a programmed eye Replaces God who once enjoyed our trust, Or the mighty internet holds us bound To scenes of concupiscence and of hate, We are buried in an avalanche of sound, There is no longer time to contemplate. When looked upon with outward searching gaze This world is seen as a parable of pain With man content t

The Memory of Light Perhaps there now shall come at last an end To sorrow and the endless siege of soul. For I have borne the alienating cold, A struggling flame to keep within the breast, The wavering compass needle at the point Where my delight was found before thy feet. And when the darkness gathered round my heart The memory of light sustained me still In each remembered smile thou cast on me In the radiance of thy divine love.

Who am I? I am the world, in me the ages dwell, The saint who walks the earth with bleeding feet The soldier on the battlefield of hell Dying in his column's vain retreat. I am the pilgrim ever seeking peace, The sinner lost to dark and sated deeps, The master's cur who lives alone to please, The seaman's wife who fearful vigil keeps. I am a thousand prayers that soar to thee, The curses of the multitudes of hate, The children sold into a slavery Far worse than death by an uncaring fate. I am the sun who yields to night's caress, The moon of solitude who bids us dream And dreaming touch within a tenderness That hangs its hope upon t

The Secret Name Though we looked deeply in Her eyes In truth what could we see, A glimpse perhaps of Paradise And veiled Divinity. As She leaned down in love to us A Force of God was felt, Powerful and luminous As by Her feet we knelt. She holds no more the earthly frame But works within the cells Of those who speak the secret name That in the silence dwells.