Love That Knows All Beings as Itself Lately I have been distancing myself From all I am within to concentrate On negatives and weaknesses of self, The inability to establish calm That alone can hold the vision and receive The guidance that is ever present here. A long and difficult road and far the bridge That joins the soul to its great counterpart. Too often life with all its downward turns Presses heavy on the spirit seeking light. We must rededicate ourselves to seek For the truth that is the destined goal of life, Union of the spirit with its form, Plasticity to change the ego's view That sees the world as subject

The Joy that Inner Progress Brings If I could write of what I see As light and darkness lie entwined And truth and falsehood vie for me, Seek behind the heart to find The spark, the living entity Called soul, and clasp it as their own, I would tell of battles fierce as fire. Though seared and burned to the very bone Somehow I lasted, did not tire Supported , held by Him alone Above all angels. I spoke His name. As the war within relentlessly Continued as in a close chess game, Myself a strange anomaly, Witness and player, one and the sameÉ But I cannot capture the essence of things In words that fail experi

Promised Destiny I have heard the cries of children in the night, Incalculable the measure of their pain, Reliving the abuse, eyes wide in fright To bear the stinging lash of strap and cane; Childhood never known nor child-delight, The wounds so deep, the psyche slow to heal, Mistrust of peers, inordinately of men, The beatings that continue til they feel Like a wounded doe in a beast-filled den. Across their souls the darkening shadows steal. I have suffered none of this but heard The violence that falls on childhood's ears, The anger and the careful hurt-filled word, And in my room wept soundlessly the tears That flow when love is lost

Birthday Unconscious was I born, unconscious still I walk upon this sacred ground of earth, Knowing not the ending of the day Nor of this life the goal I must fulfil. I am aware of former births in lands Unvisited and seas not crossed by me In this marvel frame that holds my sense-bound soul, These eyes that looked on beauty and these hands That felt the beating heart within the soil And love that held me in its fierce embrace Or gently soothed my wounds and kissed my brow When I exhausted from excessive toil, The body spent from blatant overuse Sank down in sorrow mid the world's deceit. But now an unseen chapter has begun, The battle fought

Blue and Spinning Dome You might well ask to whom I pray And how, or why, in this dark age, And I might answer in this way, "Faith is the knowledge of the sage, The pinion of the upward flight Of soul from its imprisonment To marry contraries in light And know before one's days are spent The truth that all our lives conceal, Eternity as lasting grace, To live in beauty and to feel Heaven but a resting place For those transformers who have come To save this blue and spinning dome".

To Serve with Equal Hand Were I to come again, as surely I must, I would not be a sinner or a saint, But in the unfolding of the soul in form Ask nothing but to serve with equal hand The Will of those enlightened ones who came To plant the Truth within our earthly soil. What they would choose for me, that I would choose, A heart conjoined with silent mind to heed The call that comes unmixed from the Supreme, The wisdom-splendour and divine decree

The One Unmoving I saw her step on silver-sandaled feet Across the border of her world and ours, Swift and sure she moved yet she moved not Into a realm of silence where nothing stirs. I felt a longing deep within the heart For one so far yet surely passing near, Beauty's footprints flowing in her wake Like springtime flowers in an endless year. Then in an instant all was revealed, The meaning and the message our souls retain, This earth a higher purpose holds than all The worlds above, no habitat of pain To be suffered in a body born to die. That which we seek is resident in all, It goes in front, swifter than

A Sweet Voice I have not walked to Bethlehem Nor seen the ancient pyramids, I still must read the Odyssey, Homer, not Kazantzakis. I have listened well to the Baroque, The Romantic era moves me so, Atonality I could not bear Or the galloping prestissimo. The sound of choirs in the night Is the only heaven I shall find, But the joy of earth that flowers here Has blessed these eyes. I am not blind To evil and the bitter fruit That in our lives around us falls, But symphonies of love I hear And a sweet voice that sweetly calls.

Life^s Loveliness.htm Life's Loveliness Life moves on And we regress, Hoarders of sorrow And beaconless. Life moves on And we stand still, Misers of pain, Weak of will, Life moves on And we grow old, Forgetting, lost, If truth be told. Life moves on A few progress Live to know Life's loveliness.

Those We Have Known   Perhaps as we, in the dawning of an age That shall transform the substance of the self, Open to a light above the head Or hear a voice we know speak lovingly, All fear is for a moment lost and then No darkness haunts us or the night's profane, For having seen beyond the doubting mind The mysterious is no more a poet's dream And time and space are parables of One Who with his light has lit a thousand suns. We then shall find beyond the bourne of years The provinces of calm supernal peace And shall in joyous meeting recognize, In bodies new, continuing our quest, Those we have known and loved through centuries.