The Boon of God Soon the rose from thorny sleep shall wake Bare in the bosom of the new-born year And from the drowsy soil her dress remake, All memory of winter disappear. Shall we who greet returning Spring again Discard the heavy mantle of the past That long upon our consciousness has lain And all the karmic burden we amassed; To cast aside the winter of our dreams That we may grow possessors of the light Cleansed in love's regenerating streams, Armed with an imperishable might To rescue from the robbers of the deep Truth's golden coin, the boon of God to keep.

Nothing of the Self Night in silence tenders me Brief peace and marginal release. Distracted from my thoughts of thee I live a moment in unease, Unable to secure the peace Unable still to calm the mind, The poignant memories to cease And sorrow's legacy rescind. In the Ashram's atmosphere I kept A silent vigil in my room, Dreamless through the night I slept Distanced from the closing gloom. Alone now in this land of trees Where birdsong fills the fragrant day, Remembrance of suchtimes as these Wings back to me and I delay The journey that the soul must take. As grief upon the cleaved heart rains The inne

The Moon is a White Peony The moon is a white peony tonight Glowing in the firmament's dark surround With a diadem of stars tiara-bright, The reigning queen of heaven justly crowned. But when she slips across the dark frontiers Lost her gift of luminosity, The night is stark, the stars are silver tears Shed in grief for her inconstancy. Yet when we've wept enough the crescent horn Appears, a floating arc of mystery. Again in hearts eternal joy is born Her loveliness our earthly legacy. She waxes slowly, as the bride appears, Sovereign of poets, intimate of seers.

Earth Our Destiny Divine Forgiveness blooms in every flower Redemption rides upon the stars, We the blind and we the Knower Seek the isles across the bars Where time is not and motion slows To frozen peace in galaxies Beyond the reach of thought's stone-throws, Beyond the nebulae of seas To find the treasure somehow lost In our descent to mortality Surging forward torn and tossed Upon the winds of destiny. Death no bar to That we seek, So many lives recalled as ours Now the hero, now the weak Fallen we regain our powers God to find within this shell, Miraculous its flawed design That bears the fierce ass

God-built House To have circled round the consciousness of self And eyed the target in a looking glass Magnified the mysterybut missed By some skewed glance in all the seething mass The central core, a small pin-point of light. To have lived the fullness of each season's gift And loved the more for one another's sake And then by death, the Beloved lost, to drift Through days deemed dull and meaningless, and yet To hold within the memory and know The illusion we name time through which the soul Gathering experience must go, Eternal in the endless flow of lives, Recurring births and untold deaths until All is found that once w

God^s Design II.htm God's Design II To lift the sorrow of the world he came, Transmute to joy our suffering and pain, Fulfilled his mission quietly he left Preparing his return and luminous reign. Now slowly we discard the old ideas And remnants of the past to which we cling, Each stumble and each fall upon the path Prepare us for the soul-awakening That we, immortal, learning still to be, Abandon outworn thoughts of 'yours and mine' Become a river rushing to His sea And find in conscious matter God's design.

Homage to the Avatar All is sacred to the seeing soul And equal in the vision of the seer, The darkness no less perfect than the light For dark is light to one who draws all near. Division and duality rejoined By Him who knows the unity behind And labours silently the world to save Humanity its deeper truth to find. A Being of His origin aware, The Avatar whose healing grace is sown Among the wise and those in spirit poor And in the fields of hatred overgrown. Descending here into a world of pain Compassionate absorbs our grief and lust, Transmuting all by power and the Word, He who fashions Godhead from the dust.

The Reign of Love The aura of joy no longer fills my days But comes a stranger in a distant hour, An unexpected guest who rarely stays Beyond the falling of the briefest flower Or the passing zephyr's kiss as fleet As closely held remembrances of love, Or the poignant recollection of God's feet Moving wounded through the lives he wove Enchanted on the magic loom of space. Delight that once was mine ran deep and sure, Followed or led in all my reckless pace As from the jars of heaven grace would pour. I grew in wonderment, obeyed my soul, Mind and body followed in its wake, Before my searchlight eyes a presence stole Like moo

My Heart to Bliss Awake All semblance of the inner calm has fled And tears unbidden flow, I grieve the living and I grieve the dead And nothing do I know But loss of one who held my soul's esteem. Alone I suffer silently Robbed of light I do not rant or scream Or rail against indignity Of death, cessation of a divine bequeath, Departure of the bright and golden dream. I shall recall in lives to come her breath Slowing as recedes a drying stream Into the all-consuming sands of time, But O, the beauty of her eyes Blessing me with tenderness sublime Granting a glimpse of Paradise That ever in my heart I sha

Jungles of the Mind I walked in fetid jungles of the mind Where grief like strong lianas clung to me Engulfed in sorrow's swamps I could not find My path among this occult wizardry. Thorns of hate grew lushly there and tore The fabric of our human tapestry, Escape denied I heard the sudden roar Of anger rush like poisoned poetry Into my being as a blinding force Storming the guardians at the inner gate. Their havoc spent they left without remorse My calm dissolved in their malignant spate. All was not over yet, a noxious rain Poured down its deluge of pestilential greed, Malevolent to fill the world with pain Dousing the i