Psychic Fire A breath of sweetness hangs upon the air A fragrance from the heavenly altitudes It has no counterpart on earth so fair And comes to us in silence' inner moods. There is a light that seldom do we see Accompanied by sounds we cannot hear A world of gods and goddesses that we In open moments of the soul draw near. There is a flame, a blaze that sets us free Burning beyond the provinces of mind, The psychic fire that glows eternally In us and is so difficult to find.

Worldly Things I am still attached to worldly things Although my soul has wandered wide And held the joys of timeless springs With my beloved at my side. I have seen a light come down on earth Have looked into the eyes of God Then realized a second birth To walk upon the ways untrod. And still the singers in the trees Call me back to soil and sky While earth's sweet music whispers, "Please, Do not forsake my destiny."

Songs Divine I painted sorrow in a young girl's eyes And drew the corners of her red lips down; I etched the pain of a heart that longing cries For love that opens as the rose is blown. I heard the music, caught the soul's perfume, Its rhythm marked and felt the cadence clear Of youth undaunted by the hand of doom Or touched as yet by the chill breath of fear. A joy so rare broke sweetly through her smile, She seemed a child of God from future years; Though I must leave, my soul shall stay awhile, My songs divine to dry her youthful tears.

The Leader of the Way Trust not in the silken words of men But rather in the silence seek the Self, Lift up your heart and raise the silver cup Empty of all desire that it may fill With golden soma streaming from above. For all our moral rectitude how far Have we advanced towards the burgeoning light, Where is the kindness and the words that heal? Desire and greed for power rule our lives And the sound bites of our leaders substitute For truth and meaning beyond the reasoning mind. But in the cave of the collective soul

For Mary Helen Anniversary Another year and love within us grows. Arising with the accustomed light of dawn You will smile and I will hold you close, And we will go where souls have rarely gone, But now the body is no more and I Alone shall celebrate your memory. Let me not dwell upon the final days When only was heard the steady slowing breath Departing this frail envelope of grace But rather on the peaks transcending death When the blossoms of all earth before us fell And beauty flowered though the time-bound shell. The sight of you more sweetly than a kiss, Your loveliness my spirit's sanctity Sealed fifty years and mo

Late Spring Musings Two hawks sit close on a dogwood tree, My spirit-friend and new-found mate I gently tell them 'All is well, Descend, no need to hesitate,' And slowly not to break the spell Retrace my steps noiselessly. She struggles to drag her lifeless prey, From me takes not her eyes away But looks with fierce and fearless love, Aware of my body's slightest move. Communion says the mind, I say, 'Oneness seals the closing day." I work alone upon the grass And watch a world of sorrow pass. Beloved friends so near death now And I not knowing why nor how Our lives in a reflected glass Shatter in the twilight's glow.

At the Inner Door Where now the muse with fiery tongue Whose words lapped at the waiting brain, I cannot say if she has gone Or if she might deign to come again, I only know that she was here And I but caught the trailing thread Of songs that touched the inner ear And held me fast when what she said Was heard in the silence that now has fled. But surely I shall hear once more For poetry is never dead If soul knock at the inner door.

Diamond Centre Jan. 17, 2011 Twilight and the tempest of the sea Crashing waves against the blackened rocks, Jagged where once we walked on welcome sands; Spume and spray, no terminus of sound Against the calm indifference of sky. Our lives in consecrated silence grew, We faced the great enigma of the self And looked beyond the surface for the soul. Now all is changing and the sea inside, Turbulent assails the old ideas And in the undertow our 'isms' drown. Far from the friendly shores that satisfied Our mortal longings and our appetites We founder against the cliffs of old desir

Beyond This World's Peripheries.htm Beyond This World's Peripheries I met her only once yet know That beauty is as spirits go, From other worlds they come to us Soaring high and dipping low, Low enough to touch our eyes! O loveliness of soul surprise My blinded view with inner sight That I may see where heaven lies Beyond this world's peripheries. Or is heaven in these earthly skies These waters teeming with a light, This soil of human destinies?

One Who Was Both Wife and Friend Mark how she sleeps the long unending sleep And all my dreams sleep silent by her side, Beauty so fair on seeing her I weep That bounteous love did in my life reside. Her coverlet these star-wrought tapestries As she rests at peace upon this golden soil, For now she soars beyond life's boundaries, Ended are the years of body's toil. The night's soft grasses bend beside the rills To pillow her, does she remember me When the mystic moon falls white upon the hills In radiant moments of eternity? It was joy that drew our kindred beings close For knowing her the flame yet brighter glows