All Things New Golden in the sunlight of Her smile Aspirants and devotees of light, Upturned faces opening out the soul Recipients of bliss in great degrees, Divine largesse the gift supreme on earth. Perhaps the legions of the darkness plan A final thrust before their fated end Or so appears this sad embattled world So full of promise despite the wrath of man Upon his kin, upon his very self, Denying Grace, abandoning the Dream, To self-destruct in some predestined hell Or cling to Truth as sinks the falsehood's night And the pain and dark necessity of death. But One has come and shown the sunlit path And sung of all the glory still to be,

The Dreamer April 15, 2012 I am silenced by life's beauty and I fear To sing aloud the melodies I hear, One life so little for the light that streams Upon the dreamer of a thousand dreams, Beauty that I see in all things dear And beauty in the darkness to which we cling, Beauty in our sorrow and the sting Of treachery, betrayal and abuse, Beauty in the gifts that we misuse And beauty in the leaping of the Spring. I see in children's eyes the ancient gleams Of warriors and acolytes; it seems We have known stars

There Is a Garden There is a garden waiting to descend And bring to earth all heaven's radiance, It seeks a human vessel to translate Its symbol flowers to experience And manifest the beautiful and true. Moving from consciousness to consciousness One shall walk within a landscape of the Gods, All doubt resolved, a focused innerness Replace the hurried aggregate we are. We will know bliss when we enter the Garden of Bliss Concretely feel the inner significance And physically absorb such force as this, To change man's nature and to light his path Exceed the limits of his form-bound soul Open to worlds above his hopes and dreams

Childhood Wanderings In secret haunts where fragrant lilies grew He walked beneath the sombre hemlock trees And brushed the scented needles rimmed with dew Through bogs that spoke of ancient mysteries. All heaven now was blotted from his view, He saw an earth ablaze with firelight, No moon, no stars dared to enter through The dense forbidding canopy of night. It seemed a land of secrecy and stealth Where strange perfumes wandered undefined, A place of unimaginable wealth A dreamscape of imaginative mind. In the child's diverse creative moods and turns Is there a world impossible to dream? His spirit sees in primal moss an

You Have Just Begun I found the holy city in the heart And it was aflame! All was fire and as I burned I saw Tongues of orange-gold. Seated in the ornate high-backed chair She watched the blaze She lit. As tears poured forth from revelation's eyes My being was consumed. How long I burned I cannot know nor say For there was no pain, And then the heatless flames grew brighter still, Blossoming from my heart. Higher and higher they leapt, I was engulfed And yet I did not die. And as they rose and soared from my breast She ever so calmly spoke, Resonant with love, a Mother's voice, "You have just begun, The potentialities are very

In God's Cleansing Flow.html In God's Cleansing Flow Have we found the measure of our love Or have we kept it secret, sealed As in a hidden flower grove, Something not to be revealed. One speaks in pain of a wounded heart And in the flames of anguish thrown Dismisses the thought of a new start, Embittered, bereft, to weep alone, Or another writes of soul-rending loss And chooses to live in the pain-filled past Burdened beneath his sorrow's cross And all the suffering amassed. A few there are who yearn for light The inner demons would overthrow. Withdrawn from the dark thoughts of night Carried in God's cleansing flow.

The Bliss of Unity Feb. 9, 2011 Long seasons pass and the return Of winged song threading silken leaves Reignites the flame of youth to burn And the calm and widened heart no longer grieves. Each day revealed to wonder as the new Adventure of the earth-born soul proceeds; Comrades there are many, friends but few For each must confront his demons and his deeds And most the karmic residue erase By aeskesis and the spirit's will to know, And therefore challenged all things he must fac

Journey Without End In this universe of love Where the Samadhi stands I kneel and offer prayers For friend and foe alike, But as I ask I find Granted my appeal. Gratitude and faith, Consecration's twins Have brought me home again, Grateful beneath the tree, To Her, the mother of all, To Him, all homage due Who has made the world anew Though still we cannot see, For all the sorrows and joys On this the golden path, Journey without end.

I Saw a Man I saw a man walk slowly down the road, A husk of self, crippled and alone, His body bent and broken like a twig, One foot a stump encased in a black boot That trailed along and scraped the reddened dust. Why did the wind not take him in its arms, How could he stay so grounded yet so frail? Did some malignant puppeteer create This grotesque form, this caricature of man Or did his karma necessitate this trial? The tears poured from my eyes, they would not stop The cataract of sorrow from my heart, For as before I realized he was I, Being of my being, soul of my soul Who lives in me as I limp and seek my way. I cannot ease the pain

Mon Petite 12/31/07 Though difficult the days, when in my arms Banished were the demons of the night, Forgotten in the moment all the harms, The terrors and the all consuming fright, The painful blows, the cataract of tears, The beatings with the lash that sears the soul And childhood's nightmare memories and fears That on the blossoming spirit take their toll. I call her mon petite, my little one Who with such tender care revived my heart From loneliness and self-oblivion That