The Morns of God I shall return to the forests of my youth, In their protecting aura rest awhile, No comfort seek nor grief-torn heart to soothe But walk alone mile on silent mile And speak of her to the fluttering leaves And lean against a friendly trunk and sleep To wake in beauty as the music weaves Between the soaring branches; I shall weep But little now amongst these royal friends, Another round complete the soul again Begins. I know not how the journey ends And of the future when the past is slain Know even less, or of my being's fate. Resolved, I shall surrender joyfully, In the eternal present I will wait The morns o

To The Rose When I was young unquestioning the days The trellised roses garlanded our home And though I've travelled long the errant ways Many are my dreams of that red dome. I breathed their fragrance as I breathed my food In hurried gulps and she so laughingly Rained petals on my innocence. I stood Beneath her glow as on a sunset sea. The roses of my childhood now are gone And loved ones lie at rest beneath the stars My quest for the rose of soul continues on And though the thorns of fate have left deep scars I the crown of rose shall one day wear Surrendered to my God as she the fair.

Over the Ridge of Spring Over the ridge of Spring I saw The blossoms of the ancient haw, Rounding the crest of morning hills The sprightly golden daffodils. Shall we ever have our fill of light That breaks upon our jaundiced sight, Of roses in supreme array Bursting from the bounds of May To flower in the cloistered heart No living thing from man apart, In fragrances the chaliced good The earth brings forth in field and wood, The presence of eternal life Amid this world of constant strife, The promise of new birth to be By sanctioning Divinity.

Those I Have Called He who remembers me at his body's hour And speaks my name with his last failing breath, Him will I guide and on his soul will shower Munificence releasing him from death. He shall fear not and pass through shadow-realms Accompanied by ever-growing light. The presentiment of darkness that overwhelms The new-released that soar from earthly sight Shall touch him not, my guardians by his side, Till he secures his resting place in me Preparing for the advent of the bride And the coming supramental dynasty. Those I have called who heard my clarions And worship me my daughters are and sons.

Two Spirits 5/11/03 I saw in him the Ideal's coming age, In her the future's myriad blossomings, The Spirit's truth emblazoned as on a page That pointed human life towards greater things. And though the book of life experience Unwritten chapters held such promise saw As when an inner light betrays a sense Of occult worlds inviting to explore The fearless seeker of the eternal word. For in his eyes there shone a consciousness And in his speech eternal wisdom stirred Of greater worlds that shaped his human dress. In her I sensed i

The Great Romance I walk in wonder where the dogwoods bloom And watch a cardinal red against the white Aware that in the heart is ample room For beauty and for sweetness and delight. We war and hate uncovered in our greed, Our legendary lust and power's thrill To fill the bloated ego's wanton need, Mental beasts trained to love the kill, Unconscious puppets of a lethal force Or docile servants of an enemy Who lurks unseen to plot our downward course And drive us towards the gates of infamy. In pain we labour and to death we yield Unwilling to admit the God within, The inner chamber's door lies bricked and sealed And all our

Prayer of the Singers Celestial music born in human hearts And raised in simple choral offering In this still hour when brightly burns the flame, Our meditation rises up to Thee. Grant this day that we may chant as one, Each soul in adoration merge its sound In strains of an increasing harmony. Delight and gratitude essential chords And love that interweaves life's melodies, Surrender's song, powerful and vast To soar from this collective entity. Let not the mind attempt to interfere In music that transcends the mental plane, May it lie still and in that stillness find A resolution and sincere desire To join this soaring canticle of m

The Nearing Goal The dull skies dripping in the morning rain Cannot obscure the beauty of the trees, The freshly crowned magnolia's crimson stain Or flush of white, like stars on darkened seas, And green that covers the renascent earth. The cherry tree in airy clouds appears And daffodils beyond all reckoned worth Rejoice and bloom unmindful of the years That fleeting pass or mortal brevity. The splendour of the seasons holds my soul; Beyond my window's pearlescent drops I see Through fog and mist and death the nearing goal.

To Mother, Our Origin I hold, I cling, but barely now To some beyond of truth, Waves of grief and anger flow And beauty wont to soothe. But still the tears, the silent tears In rivulets wash down. I am stained by sorrow, cleft by fears Deep and darkly sown, Fears that I may wake one day Late to realize The Light is quenched and lost the way To a force that all denies, Or in my somnolence of dream Drift on the world-tide That drowns all souls of low esteem Unable to decide, Accepting fate, the karmic law As ultimate decree, Whether to press against the bar And set the spirit free Or ride the Wheel

The Golden Reins of Consciousness When our days were young and you and I were free O my beloved with the sunlit smile, Whose eyes like pools of lapis lazuli My image held as in a crystal vial. My soul was rapt in beauty's ways by love Surrounded by the peace of happy years As the brightening threads of our morning marriage wove A tapestry of life unstained by tears And moments of divine awakenings, A visionary dreamscape of the Real That hides itself behind apparent things, Our nuptial vow and inner spirit's seal. Then slowly as the star-swept evening yields To the richly coloured wedding of the morn You le