Imperative Choice A kind and gentle yogi told me once Regarding the evolutionary thrust, Answering with great simplicity A question scientists have grappled with But failed to find conclusion to their quest, A truth to satisfy, not be denied; "Each ascent results from a descent, There is no missing link; consider this, Evolution moves at a slow pace And ages preceded the grand advent of man. There were moments when an hour came And the touch of God was felt upon this globe. A pace accelerated from the sea And creatures learned to crawl and breathe the air. Typal worlds exist but only here The possibility of higher growth. Even an

Beauty and Delight The world and I are surely being stirred As in a cosmic cauldron of the Gods. It is not the cream that rises to the top, But toxic wastes, the gross impurities That have dwelt so long in their subconscious caves And veiled by Ego did their lethal work. The curtain that hangs between our darkened selves And the light that seeks admittance to the soul Lost in the entanglements of life, Yet calling in a voice suppressed by form And the thousandfold exigencies we face Shall meet at last in a supernal fire That burns away the dross of centuries Returning us to beauty and delight.

To Cleanse the Heart I have worked the soil of many lands And kissed the earth of India, Under her fiery sun my hands Grew strong and as a gardener I learned the language of the flowers, Spoke to them with love and praise Felt the grace come down like showers As benediction on my days. In Georgia as the Spring returns I plant again most joyously While in my soul the fire burns To cleanse the heart and truly see.

The Storied Play 9/17/09 Not forgetting, but remembering The difficulty and the burden is, The accumulate of dreams and hopes unfilled Bear down upon the soul a hundredweight - Difficult to fly with such constraint. We are tethered to a past we would not leave Abandoning the precious years of dream. How then shall the singing bird escape To find new bodies when the old is done? Lover of Autumn I look toward the Spring And put aside the winter-thoughts of years Ill-spent in desire's endless search Or the errant paths of mind who would be king And master of this house of aging flesh. A higher nature calls and would release From its

New Songs, New Poems                  How often have I left the past behind Seeking freedom from the shackles and chains Of memory, the joys and sorrows that blind The aspiring soul who would the Light attain Unburdened of the failures and success Of this and former lives, the past discard, Unrobe to truth nor grief nor happiness Tempt one from the path, though often hard, Lengthy and circuitous, the way Prepared, designed by an unerring Force, The dust of centuries shake off and stay Committed to the spirit's chosen course. For this I came, a work I must complete, New songs, new poems to place before His feet.

A New Divinity I have no conversations with the dead Though their sweet departures linger long in me. The heart is filled with memories tonight And I, prevented from the world of sleep Meditate on beauty and on loss. For I am visionless, no voices hear Or chanting from the regions of the stars. Strangely I still weep, but not for those Who leaving found a peace escaping me, But for the distance put between myself (Undoubtedly desires small and great) And that for which I long yet do not know. This being buffeted by inner storms And conflicts that it has not overcome, The body weakened through the toll of years, The slow mind stru

In Camelot Again I find myself in Camelot again With Guinevere unfaithful by my side, Such beauty as my eyes have never seen, This radiance was soon to be my bride. Christ's cross is raised in the great cathedral apse Not far removed from the mystic Druid cross That dots the sacred glens and country sides Covered with heather, lichen, fern and moss. O my brave knight and fearless Lancelot Locked with her in passionate embrace, You have robbed me of my only sacred love My crown is now a symbol of disgrace. I have grown old and known you not my love And now with mortal wound my soul must leave This earth, the

Guide Upon the Way Carefully I moved, the night was wrapped Around the stone-clad fortress of the mind. Sleep, unwelcome stranger, had become An irritant to one who slept so well, And could set the mind's alarm to wake at dawn From the deep recess of dream with one command. I walked as one familiar with the dark And sought the spring that promised my rebirth And found instead the answer to my search Upon the border of the subtle worlds, One who welcomed me into his house of light. Now through the bright and dark times and the grey He is with me who shall not ever leave And She the fount of all our sustenance. Though pain and gr

Second Birth 12/3/09 I sit in silence and I wait, The butterfly, the hummingbird, Morning visitors, the clock at eight - In the silence an unspoken word Sounds within this seeking breast. What will be when Light comes down I do not know yet will not rest Until the psychic being flown Beyond self's prison bars is free And I released from thought and need Become what I was meant to be As the tree knows in the seed, Ascend the heights, my roots in earth, And patient wait my second birth.

The Open Door 9/20/09 I have been a plaything of the sea, Tossed upon the waves who laughingly Threw me upon the sand to bury me. I rose and with my vision now obscured Weakened, breathless, almost dead, endured As the cresting water's inrush roared, Threatening disaster should I again Dare the plumbless depths, the Sea-God's reign, To test my limits and invite the pain. No, I shall not try the patience of the sea For youthful folly has departed me. Each day I step into eternity. I am not the one I was the day before, I bow as I walk through the open door.