Fall and Reconciliation Frequently we fall from grace As old desires have their way, Usurping the spirit's hallowed place, Revelling in sordid play. The Witness in the background waits Regarding with eternal eyes As the lower nature sates Its ravenous propensities. Although the inner cost is high And painful from the depths our climb, The soul assured its destiny That lies beyond the tides of time Prompts the being's voiceless call To purify the temple-ground, Determined never to forestall The cleansing love again refound.

From Frozen Stillness The first few desultory leaves drift down And morning chill invigorates the blood, The wisps of vapours on the lake have grown, Their billowing presence heralds autumn's mood. Summer yawns, her labour now complete She is content to rest, prepares to die The yearly death at winter's frost-white feet, While in the earth her seeds embedded lie Sustained by faith; their atoms energy Pent within the core move slowly now Confident of the Mother's mastery Sleep and dream as nature will allow, Of growth that leads to fruitful blossoming, Renascent joy from frozen stillness wakes, Headlong rushes into the arms

Music in the Gardens of the Lord^s Design.htm Music in the Gardens of the Lord's Design I heard the anthem of the spheres and found Within the music of infinity, Supporting by its lone eternal sound The arpeggios of lost divinity. But in the decades since I touched her feet All has lain quiescent in my breast, The soaring trills, the varied rhythmic beat Are stilled as when the heart is in arrest, For peace is yet a stranger on these shores As I look across the oceans of my song, The chords of truth upon life's soaring scores That swelled within me lovingly and long. In human years approaching sixty-five A voice outworn, unable to retain The vibran

Full and Final Advent The turning of the years and of our lives Continues as the flow of birth and death, Love seeks its home in the heart's small openings, The soul's divine compact the human drives To seek fulfilment with each aspiring breath Beyond mind's fanciful imaginings. Orion, grand protector of the skies Guards this metal miracle of flight That speeds towards my spirit's secret home. Let there be nought in me that still denies The full and final advent of the light. Soaring through the solar night I come.

Before Whom All Creation Bows I am in hiding in my body's shell, The long days drifting slowly into night. Grief the measure of my being's hell Where all is claimed by death's intrepid might, Or so it seems when lost is beauty's bride And joy illusion's mask has turned to grey Life's meaning that the soul had once descried And the path that seemed a clarity of day. But now I live in an unknowing cloud Of present, past and future unaware, I walk uncertain ground amid the loud And jarring acts of evil and despair And live among the masses who are saved Accepting Christ as the sole deity Within their hearts the crucif

For Chali Mother of Bliss and Sweetness She watches them sleep in the warm Indian night. Aware of ancient memories she dreams And sometimes holds their bodies close to hers Recalling the mystical birth that flowed in streams Of joyous agony that brought them forth And wonders at the light in new-born things, The infant grip that fiercely holds to life And the marvel-signs of conscious awakenings. These angelic lives upon her breast her life, Her love encompassing her children grows To vast dimensions, matriarch of space, Parent of divinity she flows Towards all sacred forms and would embrace The worlds wi

White Eternal Hour The season of Chrysanthemum's arrives And the long languorous days of autumn gold. I still cannot recall my former lives Yet in my body feel the ancient cold Creep in when wintry sun is slow to wake Who slowly stills the ardour of his fires. But this I know my present life remake I must and soon before the spirit tires Of lassitude of will that stays the stress Of beauty pressing down and all the power Preparing to descend in earthly dress And love that waits its white eternal hour.

Great Blue Heron Today the Great Blue Heron stood Master of stealth by the near wood On a grey day in misty light Appearing in silence; his plumaged sight Aroused the heart to sudden bliss And all of Nature seemed a kiss Upon the sombre soul of man To wake to the wisdom of a plan Exceeding thought, exceeding mind, To beauty breaking on the blind And narrow view we hold within, To mystic vision and life begin Anew and soul a deeper view Afford and greatness touch the few Who dare to exit ego's home On this green patch of rock and loam, Awakened from the dull finite In every presence catch delight, In every atom feel

When Truth is Won Farewell beloved, in solitude you rest Preparing for a future none can see But God who watches silently our quest And laughs in tears at our disharmony. Was ever a world more blessed that turns away From beauty seeking violence instead. Greed and retribution rule the day, The living less attended than the dead. How loud the acts of man on earth appear, His dark derision in the face of love, Deaf to the inspired word of sage and seer. Mesmerized by war we cannot move From television's coverage of hate And the hypnosis of calamity. On pain and loss and others' grief we sate Enamoured of our mediocrity,

Body Experience The body feels a force of dissonance And dissolution tearing it apart. How swiftly flown the spirit's golden stance As if a snow-white dove escaped the heart And will subservient to death's decree Slowly succumbed and prayer alone could hold The cells from spinning towards entropy And being into chaos crash and fold Upon itself as a black hole in space. To leap across the chasm of our pain, To feel again the subtle rain of grace And know that Death the helper shall remain Until the transformation has begun, The body an expression of the light, Its form a fluid movement of the One, Transparent as the day is to t