The Soul that Bears These sudden moods that on the spirit steal Are islands in a sea of turbulence, But lacking calm, bereft of unity We fall or fail as one whose innocence Was lost upon the waves of his desire. Caught in a limbo from which we cannot move, The mind a spinning-wheel of random thoughts, Remembering the briefness of a love That open up a passage in the heart Where lay the sleeping soul whose song once still Arose like morning ragas the faithful chant In foreign lands to wake the inner will That labours to attain and shall endure To understand the meaning of this birth And life's travail beneath the silent stars, The co

The Destined Shores of Consciousness 11/9/09 In a time far back, in lives forgotten now I knew her once as mother, priestess, guide And turned to her as a flowers to the sun. Within the body's walls I felt her peace, Lost her but to find her once again In different forms, the Mother of all worlds. Now she has come in full embodiment, Beautiful and radiant, Divine. Though the path is long and difficult the task And though the mind still clings to old ideas And body to ingrained accustomed ways, The vital nature to its specious wants, All shall be changed for she has chosen me, To cross the perilous seas of ego-self And r

The Songs of Peace They walk oblivious in the driving rain And I, too, hardly in all these years Aware of the underlying unity, The golden, indivisible thread that ties Soul to soul in matter's deep embrace. Yet I have glimpsed a newer world that lies Unnoticed by these finite earthly eyes And though the signs are there too little felt In the rushing of our lives towards sudden death. Yet I have seen and knelt before the One Who came to change, transform this mortal life And set a seal divine upon our days. He came in silence and in silence left With God's imprimatur, the sun of bliss Eternal in our hearts and songs of peace.

A New World Found I left them at the dawning of an age That would see evil slain and death's demise. Their words were like a light upon a page; What they would become was shining in their eyes. It must be that I knew them long before, Kindred spirits on a road that led Infallibly towards a life divine, And though the path be long they looked ahead, Undaunted spirits towards a stellar line. I left my home to find the mystic shore Where all unite upon a sacred ground A place where One would open the inner door For us and opening, a new world found.

In the Winter of My Years Once I walked among sequoia trees And found a place of peace that rarely these Second and third growth forests cannot compare. I came upon a fern-filled hollow there That held more secrets than the minds of men And saw as I shall never see again A pristine beauty and a wild delight Where panthers ran and played within my sight As sunbeams fell through leaves in silver rays. Gone now is youth and carefree youthful days Time has diminished me I am grown small. Aware of my deficiencies I call In the wilderness alone to one I know To guide me on the perilous path I go, Yet have no concerns and certainly no f

Undying Love 9/17/09   All that I was before and yet shall be I give to you, beloved of the stars, How many seas remind me of your eyes, How many islands refuge in your arms, And when upon your breast my thinking slept The deeper sleep of calm and passionless As you prepared to leave this too-brief life, My tears fell on your feet pressed to my face. This earthly soul now walks in forests lone, Speaks poetry to flowers and receives The blessings of the winds who kiss these eyes, Remembering we never must look back, And yet, and yet, the poignant moments come Like friends long gone who come to stay awhile Renewing friendship's bonds and old deligh

Two of Whom the Ancients Spoke 9/15/09 The bridals of the fall have come Dancing through the changeful leaves, Yet blooms persist the fading year And sparkling rain through towering trees Is welcomed by the drought-torn land. Autumn splendour calls to me, 'Slow down the vibrant pace of life, Reflect upon the glowing days Of youth when joy ran through the veins And laughter sailed upon the winds.' 'Rest now', it says, 'the winter of life Visits all and with its touch Stills the force and snuffs the flame.' But I have centuries to go, There is no rest for those who seek Diviner ways, the soul's uprise, Who glimpsed

To Youth 10/23/09 There was a child whose melodies Were built on chords of love so pure I was taken up to hear those strains And breathed in heaven's atmosphere. All the tenderness of youth And its sweet songs of innocence, My life of song renewed once more In waves of joyous renaissance. And yet too soon is youth dissolved Into the maelstrom we call life The pomp of ego dominates Its petty wants, its petty strife. And yet there is a residue Of beauty that remains with me, The memory of oneness too, And love in its tranquillity.

The Miracle Tossed upon the wreckage of my days, Left lone and wounded by the blows of fate, Self-pity took me in her faithless arms And caressed my sorrows with her hands of grief. Long lay I in darkness and despair, No word of comfort entered the torn heart's cave, No settling calm into the turbulence Of tears that flowed from cataracts of pain. And then the miracle for which I came Enveloped me, I was no more alone. A sweetness like the fragrant breath of Spring Embracing soul gently led me forth, My destiny to follow and my dream.

Second Breath Scattered flakes of cherry petals drift Down upon the soil; the inmost eye Sees them borne upon a gusty wind Like confetti thrown by some Divinity. The persistent beat of fast emerging growth Unheard by all but the listening soul, Heralds again the age-long round of birth And joy that sings untroubled by the fall That leafless welcomes winter's solace in. Only the Lenten roses will survive The frozen days and empty nights that kill. Driven by unknown fates are we alive To life that lies beyond the door of death The resting place for our second breath.