Peace Returns In the second month of the newly budded year When eager life steps on the sill of Spring I shall go and stand upon the solemn shore And cast your body's ashes to the sea, Confronting yet again the mystery Of this embattled life and death that steals From too brief hours love's felicity. In perilous journeys on the roads of time We meet in joy and oft in sorrow part, But joy prevails and when we meet once more In other lands assuming foreign names And forms that only soul can recognize, We know that here on earth is love's true place And greet the One in every changing face. Within us now from sleep he slowly wakes As w

With Tehmiben No longer can I say, "I am this". Without the inner knowledge can one speak Of soul and God or what the psychic is? Yet love in me shall find the One I seek. Now in the quietude surrounding her, Reading poetry by candlelight When mind is still, for once the listener, Heart speaks to heart, seer to acolyte. She sleeps untroubled as the pure sleep And I, the silent witness by her side, A calm and introspective vigil keep, Grateful in her presence to abide. I have come in answer to her spirit's call, Responding to a soul-emergency And kneel beneath the Service Tree where all Shall be revealed I now but dimly see.

Through the Shuttered Door Through the shuttered door approaching night I saw a youth eternal poised and pure Kneeling by one who long had lived in light. Their hands entwined no word between them passed In consecration's deep-souled reverie. My soul soared up this oneness to behold And gathered them into its gold embrace. I left their calm communion silently, No sound to break the stillness and the peace, And wandered down the corridors of time Musing now on moments such as these When life stands still, eternal in its poise. Each hour in this magic world can be A hymn of offering, a chant of love, An ode to joy that calls the One

A Peace No Sorrow Can Deny I sat beside her softly dying In the bright and song-filled morn, The busy world outside denying Death, although my heart was torn. From weary lids the pent-up tears Poured down in cataracts of pain Remembering the joyous years And love I would not see again. The singing months return once more Their beauty burdening the skies As I look through a strange new door Seeking the untold mysteries. The chapters of our lives are filled With pages torn from Being's book When the beloved's voice is stilled And one is forced within to look, The inner wells of light to find, A peace no so

Silver Falcon O silver falcon soaring through earth's skies Marrying the lands of day and night Carrying souls towards far destinies, I watch the star-fields cast their gathered light Patterning a world of random chance – Or so it seems when I deny these eyes The deeper view that sees all happenstance Significant with occult mysteries. For through the dust of darkness that belies The mind's perception of a void of space, I see beyond the heavenly disguise The white beginnings of a godlike race.

Bluebird Challenging the supremacy of sky, Resplendent in his coat of heaven-blue, A winged vision upon some inner eye His ancient melodies spring ever new In concert with the blossoming of Spring. He pours his soul into his wedding song Who understands life is no fragile thing Or lasting joy for which our spirits long. I watch his mating ritual, the care Of young now feathering to fledge the nest, Their brilliant hues upon the fragrant air, And from my earthly labour pause to rest. This world shall yet survive and grow divine The human substance mould to God's design.

For Mary Helen Ashes to the Sea A strange and settled calm enveloped me This morning when I said my last farewell. I walked in peace no sorrow could displace, No anguished thought intrude down to the sea. The sun though cloud-obscured would soon arise, The eye of moon closed slowly sinking down Into the pensive day's awakening. They gathered silent by the parapet Watching as I walked through waves and foam Releasing your body's essence from my clasp. In this hour of serenity when loss Is but a dream and grief a luxury You would not countenance in your regard, All pain expunged by grace, the wounded heart Widened to encompass life and d

Our Birthright and Our Goal We are but shadow-figures of ourselves, Unconscious actors walking through the day, With unknown dream-worlds peopling our night, Marionettes descended from the light. And yet sometimes we feel a press of soul Upon this dense, half-conscious envelope, A deep unspoken need that asks for more Than time allows through life's fast-closing door, A need to know in an uncaring world, A need of peace when all we see is war, A need to love not for ourselves alone, To feel the Grace that from our lives has flown. We are descendents here of some vast Will Assuring us that all is not in vain, For truth

To Mother Journey Towards Divinity I sought her in the silver stars And in the gem-encrusted night O how I sang when She appeared In waves of coruscating light. I vowed no other would I love For none could match her fierce and sweet Embrace, the force of God's desire Who silently on dove-white feet Impresses earth with Heaven's fire. Her royal presence drew me near Her voice like music wove a charm And all my life became a sphere Of gratitude and offering Encapsulating joy to be, Surrender of all I held most dear To journey towards divinity.

The Peace That Consecration Brings I walked alone in a dark deserted wood Where briars held the lower ground that year Among foreboding trunks in silence stood And found a path that seemed to disappear Advancing neither towards the light nor dark, A strange inhuman path that drew me on. Around me dying branches bare and stark Impeded my march towards the burning dawn That leads to joys we cannot yet conceive, And secret haunts where Beauty undefiled Lives the truth our spirits must retrieve When all our warring instincts are reconciled. I walked through death and walked through life again And with each birth the