Bluebird II I listen to his mating call Aware he is no bird at all, But drawn to earth from deeper skies And truths but symbols to our eyes. As flowers are representatives Of being that eternal lives, So too the scope of human days To learn to live within the rays Facing ever to the sun Acknowledging all life as one, Divinely planned, divinely willed And all the earth by God fulfilled.

Spirit and Matter Who sets the order of the stars And guides the sun upon its way Owns all, but all he owns is ours All is but his mighty play. I hold earth vibrant in my hands, I press the flower to my eyes, I am the stone that understands, I am the thief of Paradise. And when the waves of anger flow Within the warring hearts of men I am the victor and the foe, The vanquished who shall rise again. Though all is he, in me he lives Behind the heart sits undefiled, In the born and yet unborn he thrives Spirit and matter reconciled.

The Nescient Veil A strange and eerie light now fills the skies When sleep is still a thousand clicks away. Darkening clouds whisper the moon's demise But all this is a spiritual play. For He once said that darkness does not exist As God who is is everywhere and He Is light and though the mind of man resist With reasoning superiority The advent of a higher energy At work within the cell that shall transform; An evolutionary necessity Of which impoverished eyes see but the storm Of a conscious force that all our knowing belies. As the nescient veil is lifted from our eyes.

In A Golden Dawn The rivers of our Inconscience meet the sea Of our unknowing, we are the foam of tide, Tossed by desire's waves relentlessly Though oceans call and continents untried. Our dreams are beached on cold unfriendly shores And hope is washed away upon the sands, Propelled by an inevitable force The hours seem controlled by unseen hands. Is there a soul yet born that has not known The loneliness unbearable when love Beyond this tenement of time has flown To reaches inaccessible above? But faith now sees what mind cannot conceive, That soon in a golden dawn there shall descend Such beauty that our hearts no more shall

Millenniums of Stars Where bides the soul in these late wanderings, As suddenly I wake from sleep to find Embrace of the beloved's angel wings Enfolding me, the seeker, deaf and blind? Walking lightly through the snow-drift air Thoughts appear suddenly more real Than powder-flakes that brush my tousled hair And I am thrust upon Ezekiel's wheel. I have beheld millenniums of stars But never have I known a love so close, O Mother, no time delays, no distance bars Thy presence, stronger than the scented rose. Now all my being yields at thy command Desirous of the blessings from thy hand.

Wind-Song O, thou gentle wind Who wakes the buds of spring And spills on earth the sweet perfume That Heaven's flowers bring, Caress the winter's fields To fragrant blossoming, With zephyr harmonies benign Make the lyres sing. O fierce wind of the west Blow our sins away Soothe the torn earth's troubled breast With healing breeze, we pray. Thy violent storms abate Thy gales of anger cease All human error dissipate In thy soothing air of peace.

Inconceivable Delight I wept when autumn fled the barren fields And yet again at winter's solemn close, But Spring outdistanced me, I could not hold The beauty of the cherry and the rose. I sang when I caught hold of summer's feet Passing through the garden of my soul, Her flowered prints so manifold and sweet Across my earth-hewn body gently stole. I leapt with joy when Nature took my hand And led me through her golden sunlight's door, Her mysteries that I might understand Divulged, and beauty

The Vales of Paradise I would tell you of the wonders that the earth has shown to me Of the trilling of a meadowlark or cosmic symphony, The stirring of the conscious soil, the planting of a seed Or the harvest of the inner fields, the psychic being's mead And the fragrance when the soul departs to find its homing tree, All these and more my songs of life and love would sing to thee. I could tell you tales of mountains and the silence I have known In the hush of orange sunset when the birds have lately flown, Of the sweetness of the lily and the magic of the rose And all my youth's and manhood's joys and trials I would disclose Or tell you tales of

Inner City Streets On inner city streets that reeked of wine A fear crept like a sudden winter's chill Knifing swiftly through the public spine And severing hope, immobilized the will. Downcast faces turned towards the dust Lost in the detritus of despair All joy of life expunged, all human trust Dispersed within that claustrophobic air. The hopeless, the abandoned and distraught Viewed all life as vain hypocrisy, A meaningless error by some enigma wrought Or God abandoning humanity. And with the stench of fear a hatred brewed Like a poisoned draught from some magician's spell, A venomous and seething anger spewed From

Memories to Slay I remember little now of major things, At work within the body and the head, In the garden where the love-struck sparrow sings And the places that we marked for those long dead Companions of our lives who loved us once When all our days held promises so bright. As drifting clouds the slowly passing months Of reverie and muse saw our delight. Far now those faintly luminescent hours And love that could not die when death drew close To snatch the body as one gathers flowers, Towards the heights I cannot see, she rose. I hear the sounds of spring outside my door And sit in brief reflection and I long, Long with all