Within the Silent Vast Another day in the long adventure closed. We open to the mysteries of night On whose deep breast we have long reposed And do not fear, failing the inner sight, The beings who await us in our sleep. For always the protection guards and guides If ever in our hearts the name we keep. In the forefront of our consciousness abides The beauty of a still haunting face Whose smile brought heaven down to marry earth, Awoke the soul and set the heart apace To find the meaning of this long rebirth. Although predestined we must work to find In the darkness as in the quiet hours The Self behind the forefront of th

For Mary Helen Only the Roses The petals of her lips I shall recall, The crimson blush upon her rose-like cheeks, The sadness in her eyes at blossom-fall, Her depth of soul as only one who seeks Enchanted by the beauty singing through The earth she cherished in its blossoming And in its wintry white; all things she knew, Surrender and the mystic opening. Only the roses matched her peerless smile And the iris in its aristocracy Companioned her and flowers without guile Befriended her in silent ecstasy. As the new-born singer fledges from its nest Her soul now flown to Her has found its rest.

To Arnab The Brightness of Your Melodies Dazzling rays, gold on a lake of blue, And I standing in gardens shimmering bright Remembered in my sorrow worlds of joy Among the silver koi and lotuses. It was the brightness of your melodies That played amongst the children's laughter-song. I stayed enchanted long into the night And in my sleep heard again your strains Composer with the magic wonder-touch, Musician voicing overtones of bliss Who hears eternal strophes the angels sing Transcribing in our hearts their mantric odes. I walked again the meadows of my youth Mid fragrances once known, ethereal, Discoverin

From the Folds of Night Waves of heat wash over me, The shuddering body's chill warms Yet all is still a mystery, And life a spate of frenzied storms For I unwilling or perverse Turn from the spirit's ordained path Saddled by demon dreams or worse, Impatience and cruel self-wrath. I mark each day as season's spin Dividing time's relentless hours, In the dark and bleak within Pray to the divine powers. In the iron mesh of sorrow caught I miss the unity once found Among the saintly where I sought Solidity of spirit-ground. If peace in me cannot descend War will rage relentlessly The wrestle with night sha

Christmas Eve Opening gifts the children vary cries Of happiness with jealousy and tears, The rapid shifting moods of miseries And joys so different from those youthful years Now swiftly flown in life's pale evening glow; The warmth of love, the plenitude of grace When candles spoke a liturgy and snow Enveloped all the world in white embrace. To see the gifts beneath the fragrant tree, Lit only by the light of a speeding train, A season full of childhood's memory That never shall I see on earth again. Now all are gone to a dwelling place of rest And I seek still my soul to find, nor grieve For those who sleep at peace on heaven's b

Among the Million Galaxies of Light It is over now, the blinding grief, The closing chapters of familiar things That brought with torment tears of vain relief, And witness to death's solemn conquerings In realms unknown of spirit's emptiness And nescient chambers where one fought to pray And contemplate the past in loveliness, Her smile that vied in beauty with the day When laughter ruled and two as one aspired To a greater life's occult destiny And joy beyond time's fleeting gifts desired. It is over now, I shall remember thee On this blue-green globe spinning through the night Among the million galaxies of light.

Surrender in Delight I will go into the garden once again To clear some weeds, perhaps to prune dead limbs As I must cut away in me the pain And clear my mind of sorrow's throb that dims Thy presence in the heart, a growing light. They tell me I must find companionship, To live alone with grief is just not right Allow eternal memories to slip Into a deep forgetfulness, partake Of all the fruits the "good life" has to give, Awake to love for the beloved's sake, Mourning ended, time again to live. I hear their voices as in an empty hall Echoing in chambers of the heart And soft above their sound I hear the call: "Go deep wi

Let Us Wait In Silence No longer to regret the loss of youth Nor loved ones now whose lips are sealed with dust Or age that stealthily upon us steals A body that we can no longer trust. O, no, I shall not grieve for love that died, The loss of friends forgotten as the years, Or passions once so frequently recalled In adolescent dreams; I shed no tears For anger or impatience or desire That slowly disappear as mind is stilled And ego dampened if not yet subdued Or memories which yet my heart is filled. The road before us stretches endlessly The spirit's call allows no time to mourn And of what use are all our useless tears

Beloved Mary Helen A gift that asked no measure of return, A joy that shared its vision of the All, A heart that ever widened out to learn The meaning of our birth, the spirit's fall From spheres of light to sleep in ignorance And take up forms for growth that soon grow old, A truth she held though hidden as in trance, A tale of God too early to be told. Through Beauty's dress I glimpsed her soul of light And calm that carried me on crests of peace To grace my days and fill them with delight Till from this earth her spirit took release. I know through faith that still she blesses me And those around who lived within her smile,

Reveal the Child-God There comes a moment in the finding of soul When all that has been glorious is dashed, The years ofinnerness, the years of search Ended as we face the dark within And see the smallness of our human state. Face to face with our ignominy, All the sordidness of mortal being Rises mightily before our eyes. We cannot believe such pettiness resides In us who seek the high beatitudes, House the suppurating wounds of life, Debasement and the dark proclivity. The human soul aspiring to the God Must meet the evil on the roads of time Knowing that hell is the accelerant, The rapid path towards the one Divine,