The Farthest Shore Sweetness of the earth we long to reap, Pleasure pursued in exuberance of youth The grand distractions lulling us to sleep, Fair and gentle womanhood to soothe, And labour in the timeless fields of fate; Emotions to explore, to joy, to grieve To build an image men might celebrate, Our name acknowledged that we may achieve Some sense of Being before the final night. Time to taste the ripened fruit and sip The soma of an endless world's delight, And rushing forwards blindly lest we trip Embrace this life and court diversity Of thought, experience and body's need. Recalling late the occult mystery Befor

Our Soul^s Delight.htm For Mary Helen Our Soul's Delight And suddenly I saw you standing there As through the stained glass windows slanted light Fell on your sari wove of heaven's blue And in a moment's dawning glance I knew That in this troubled world there lived delight, An unspoiled joy which both our souls would share As we together in consecration moved Through the seasons of the earth so deeply loved And laboured in a strange and distant air, Bounteous and beautiful and bright, And grew aware half consciously at first Of Godhead's call and spirit's heightened thirst. Though from the body's pain your soul has flown And carried with it som

We Must Press On Winter is gone; the green moves as a tide Racing towards the altar of the Spring The budding year approaches as a bride And choirs in their feathered brilliance sing. If in my soul a sorrow still resides For one who was all seasons to my heart The knowledge of a greater Spring abides And I am left to seek that higher part, Fulfil the destiny that is my call Nor linger long with memories of grief. We must press on, the spirit cannot fall, To own the light is our sole relief. This day with God's own fire animate This breathing life with heavenly nectar sate.

Songs of an Immortal Ecstasy 7/6/03 In the small loft that held the Russian choir Unaccompanied by instruments we sang Harmonies that made the heart suspire And bodies vibrate as the great bells rang. It was here in this orthodox retreat Unknowing I had first Darshan of thy face, Though ignorant knelt before her feet, The blessed virgin Mary full of grace. I knew not then that thou and she are one, What force or fate drew me to this room Of God, the soul's discovery begun Amid the solemn icons and the gloom

The Saviour Name A dark phantasmagorist haunts our dreams And urges us to stay our flight awhile Cajoling with desires great and small Pampers the little ego with its guile Or fuels the demon energies of lust. It enters as we stray in vital realms, Prurient tape-loop of carnality And often the struggling soul overwhelms. Sink not spirit to that siren place Heed not the voice alluring to befriend, A stealthy treacherous song it sings to thee And swiftly will contrive thy being's end. Wake not subhuman entities from sleep Who toy with man as in a children's game Turn always to the light that in thee burns Repeating all thy

Beyond the Bars of Time At times I think of mountains I have climbed High above the seas of ignorance And in the distance saw God's topless peaks Then realize as waking from a trance I have ascended but a modesthill In a long and fateful journey towards the stars, A hill that any healthy child could climb, And I though marked with many battle scars In a field of life from fiercely fought campaigns Have not achieved the first essential aim, A mind of calm that bears the blows of fate A vital that the soul has yet to tame, A body unawakened to its role A heart whose rapture now is laced with pain, The glorious surrender not

I Was Made I was made to leap Over the vault of stars, Across the sunlit bars, But not to fall asleep. I was made to sing Not sorrow's dirge-like songs Bemoaning human wrongs, Of a diviner thing. I was made to know Transcending mortal mind Knowledge of soul-kind Towards which I must grow. I was made to toil Not for self alone, For all and yet for One On this eternal soil. I was made to see Not with this failing sight Enamoured

Silent by the Samadhi January, 10, 2003 Today among white lotuses were strewn The jasmine, the hibiscus and the rose. Beneath the pale and opalescent moon I saw the sorrowed past behind us close And stood among a thousand pilgrim feet Who worshipped in a still and sacred place Beneath the Tree's protecting limbs to meet The soul and bear the touch of God's embrace Or solace find awhile from earthly pains, To still the traffic of the mind and cease All separateness and pull of ancient strains, The loss of love to death, the loss of peace, And silen

On Looking at Sulamith Wülfing^s Paintings.htm On Looking at Sulamith Wulfing's Paintings Here I lived among the Knights Templar And she who is my wife reigned as my queen, It seemed that truth and right were clearer then, We dressed in blue and rode the fields of green To battle for a higher principle And on our banners God the shining Cause. Life was simpler and the evil known, Malignant, dark and treacherous, a force To be confronted, vanquished from our midst And honour the seal of sanctity in man. Nature the close companion of our days Supported us in her divine elan, Respect and charity were inbred traits, We wove our cloth and garlanded the fai

Haiku for Nur Amelia Swaying gently A lithe palm tree She moves, a song of symmetry.