Forerunners of the Future^s Paradigm.htm Forerunners of the Future's Paradigm I see a figure hovering, a face Draw near to mine that slowly disappears Yet still is there, Her profile filling space, A guardian of the unnumbered years. When will we look again into those eyes And place our heads on Her white-sandaled feet, Not only glimpsed on life's peripheries But in Her fire, intolerable and sweet Burn the remnants of old mortality That from the ego's ash soul may rise Triumphant as a Phoenix from the sea Soaring to the halls of Paradise To plunge once more to earth's predestined shore And meet the Mother shorn of the garbs of time, On sacred soil

The Important Business of the World The important business of the world goes on In this an age of anonymity, The time of small entrepreneurs is gone Lost to a faceless corporate entity. Unmasked it is but greed that fuels this fall, An unconcern for quality and care Apathy towards the good of all, Impersonal, egregious and unfair. Our life has changed and each unconscious choice Effects the fabric of our human dress, Fanatic sects to evil's play give voice, Man suffers from the soul's enforced duress. Computers unite us and cell phones keep us close, What need of vague telepathy have we Or the spirit's communi

The Joyful Quest In every field a fragrant lily grew On every woodland edge a violet, And I amidst the waving grasses knew A peace that no misfortune could beset. But I was wrong, the calm not deep enough And beaten by the raging winds of fate Foundered lost in some dark nether trough Companioned by the earth alone to wait The singing of myself upon the way, Strength again to face the Furies' wrath, Sorrow's debt to life in full repay And bid my being take the sunlit path. For dark surrounds and treacherous the night When ignorance and enmity abound, I pray in silence for a ray of light, Hope regained the joyful quest refound

Now the Spring How suddenly forsythia appears, As if the death of a thousand nights and days Lost in a crypt of the uncounted years Illumined by its gold awakening rays Exposed, a vain illusion proved or dream Of darkness' legions hoping still to hide Beneath the caul of ignorance and seem A solid front to truth and light denied. But now the Spring and facing us the dawn, A consciousness with power to awake The hidden truth in man no more a pawn Of nether Lords or sad divine mistake. Eternal in us burns the quenchless flame, A spark of God consuming ignorance, Attachment and desire's specious claim; Rapid now towards God the so

His Gifts to Us Requite The butterfly asleep in its cocoon Amid the clamorous acts of humankind, The white narcissus gazing at the moon, Slowly my path through miracle I find And solace in the burning of the day. The fragrance of the lilacs slakes my thirst For joy on the unfathomable way And beauty on which our human souls were nursed. Growing things in wise simplicity Follow their progenitor the sun And we who seek a distant destiny Knowing that we hardly have begun The work for which we came, to divinise These transient mortal forms for God's delight, Marry earth to heaven's vaster skies, Make all divine, His gifts

Supramental Rain We seldom see the threads of former lives Or those that move us now as marionettes Upon our moral stage the past survives And from the ancient towers and parapets Looks down upon the folly and falsity Rampant in this carnival of time. But through the human haze and density The future presses urging us to climb Above the puppet self we know as man. There is a silver thread among the skeins Of fate unravelling that weaves a plan And through our pain and pleasure stillsustains A vision of a conscious soul divine, Hidden as the larva in its cocoon, Transforming silently, no outward sign Betrays the mighty form wi

A Grace on Which I Meditate My eyes to new horizons must define The spirit's journey bordering the light, Alone to see the symbol and the sign And climb from height to far advancing height. Hardly has the journey of soul begun Companionless and silent now I wait Cognizant of battles lost and won, The past a grace on which I meditate. The future's offering I must prepare Live in the moment conscious of Her love Who holds my soul in Her sweet, tender care. Determined now towards His feet I move And all my life a consecration's rite, By Her I live, in Her is my delight.

Word of Life Now have I come to the calming hour, Sleep is not here nor the restlessness Of mind and vital vying for the power To dominate the body consciousness. There is a partial peace, a quiet turn To higher thought and deeper reverie Assessing that of which we still must learn And having learned must then learn to be. Some say this yoga is the easiest, A simple offering is all we need, But ploughing of the ground is the real test And the careful nurturing of spirit-seed. This is not the process of a single day But a slow revealing through the years Of all we are within and what we may By Grace become transcending mortal sphe

Beyond This Life^s Antipodes.htm Beyond This Life's Antipodes Embrace me earth who walks amongst your trees, I ask no more than intimate repose Upon your emerald breast a moment's ease For psychic wounds that are so slow to close. In the hushed magnificence of leaf and bloom You speak to me of happiness regained. From winter's sleep awakes the verdant groom To wed the Bride of purity unstained. In every petal-glow her radiance That heals the human heart's great tragedies Addresses the soul through coloured eloquence To seek beyond this life's antipodes The One for whom we suffered birth to find, To Him alone the aim of life consigned.

Defeat An Empty Shibboleth She is gone, the song within me stilled Leaf fall and life fall I retreat To inner silences, the year is killed That once had lived while she on soundless feet Walks above the brilliant tiers of space. Man is a mystery mask apparelled in skin, Structured bone beneath an aging face A starting point for spirit to begin The exploration of its divinity. In a changing dress the soul comes and goes, Awaking as a conscious entity Suffers birth and death and all our worldly woes To fill the body-mind with greater breath Drawn from the wells of wonder and belief That knows defeat an empty shibboleth