There Is There is a sweetness breathes upon the air, A fragrance from those heavenly altitudes, It has no counterpart on earth so fair And comes to us in silent indrawn moods, Companion of a light we seldom see, Accompanied by sounds we cannot hear, It blazes at the spirit's apogee Descends then vanishes to reappear In moments of the Gods that rarely we Descry beyond the provinces of mind; It burns within our hearts eternally Yet is almost impossible to find. There is a joy known only to the soul That sometimes breaks on our impoverished days, A truth that answers to the inward call To live in the protection of its rays. T

Ignorant We Live of God^s Design.html Ignorant We Live of God's Design Mother we call you from our wounded souls As we stand upon the crossroads of a world, We who hoped that deeper faith and trust Might draw the darkness out, annul the night As flowers reach always for the light. But all is mixed and sorrow's potion strong And bitter is the draught of infamy That crushes bones of innocents and builds It empty structures on the graves of men By greed to conquer and through power reign. Where now the melodies the heart once knew, The rhythms and the music of the stars? The earth is in upheaval and the good Seems trampled by the feet of the unclean And ho

The Hymns of All the Heavens The music of our voices now is heard Above the turbulence of human seas, He comes to us in silence and in sound The messenger of diviner melodies Inspiring our efforts to transcend, Incessant its assault upon our ears Unbearable its notes devoid of love, The rock-hard beat of soul-forgetful years, A music of the base instincts of man, That we may know when darkness comes to end Our songs as prayer arising from within Aspiring in oneness to descend The choral odes, the music of the stars, The hymns of all the heavens one with ours.

In This Charged and Sacred Place In all their deep eyes glistening A light, a lustre sweetly stole Softly each enveloping As a diamond aureole. Upon these souls that did attend This home of godly atmosphere A radiance I saw descend And felt the Lord and Mother near. Between the words a silence lay Like the mirrored stillness of a lake Or the calm approach of an auspice day When with an inner ear we wake To a faint familiar flutelike call. A golden chain there seemed around, A Grace supreme encircling all And once again I looked and found That all these souls were truly one, For in this charged and

On the Road In this time capsule of the road I live within a steel cocoon, The miles speed by, the garish signs Promising the empty boon To sate the ravenous appetite, Fill mind with desultory dreams. The miles speed by and all my soul Seems rapt in other worlds, the streams Of music melding with the tires. My thoughts roam far beyond these wheels And sounds impinge upon my ears From a place beyond this life's ordeals, The quiet of an Ashram's pea

When We Open the Inner Door Now stealthy age upon my hours creeps Though youth resides a sapling in my heart, Yet the Man of Sorrows in my bosom weeps For beauty I have seen this earth depart. What know I of the soul, of others' thought, In the complexity of earthly things, At times I am a dream, a shadow caught In thinking mind's relentless questionings. There are moments few within the spirit's glow When life is seen by different eyes than these, An inner self no longer needs to know, Calm it waits and striving not to please But gather life into its vast embrace. All seeking is an inner knowing's core, All presence

Time Shall Not Lessen Time shall not lessen nor the grave deny The love that bloomed a fire in my heart When first I saw you through the painted glass, The coloured rays that sought your radiance, And all my soul went suddenly out of me As light filled all in that vast corridor. I knew perfection as a dream of God Come down in silence through the whirling stars. So often I return in lonely hours To your fragrance held as in a diamond vial Protected from the poison of the world, Your eyes that drew me into mystic depths Your care that soothed the sorrow of my soul, Your love that even Gods cannot transcend. The mind is faithless b

Bounteous Our Lives He did not weep when I left His fold But gave His hand for me to hold And wiped from longing eyes the tears That worshipped Him ten thousand years. When I returned He welcomed me The prodigal of eternity, And held me in His strong embrace In His abode in timeless space. Beyond the chaos and the calm Beyond the reverential psalm, The hymns we offer to His Grace Transforming through the years His face Till though our eyes His we see In moments of eternity And in our hearts we feel His beat, Bounteous our lives and sweet.

The Soul^s Delight.html The Soul's Delight I have bled upon your thorns, O rose For the way to your heart is bramble-strewn But then such beauty, I suppose May be likened to the inconstant moon. I have known you as I have known the thorn And the sweetness of a woman's breath, Seen beauty from desire born And heard her sigh at the time of death. Though winter comse to strip you clean Of all but barren thorn and stem Apparelled in your dress of green Spring shall return your diadem But the eyes of children fire-bright Will see in you the soul's delight.

Turkey Vultures Huge spectral presences Rest heavily on barren trees Blacker than our blackest thoughts They gather in flocks with surreal ease. Disturbed by my sudden steps Silently they take to flight. They have come to watch the songbirds feed, These dark grotesques of heaven's night. And yet my soul untroubled sees Beauty in their obscenity; Repulsive to men, to God divine Clearing the earth of life's debris.