Beauty Steals the Unsuspecting Heart For beauty steals the unsuspecting heart And in the blood a tremor of delight, The sweet hypnotic urgency of love Courses through dimensions of the soul. Was it fragrance of rose or jasmine breath That held me bound as in a trapper's net My hurried steps now stilled, I could not move, Intoxicant of life and its perfume. Tell me I did not eat my bread with salt And sorrow overcome by loss and pain Drowning hope in an unstemmed flow of tears When the torrent, death, swept my love away. Beyond these few and paltry words I strain To understand the order of things here And cha

The Battle Thickens Now the battle thickens and the losing side is strong Using the very arguments that carried our lives along But twisting, bending truth so as to prove the faithful wrong Is there still more of darkness come, the light for which we long Not visible but present in these hearts that truly pray For beauty and the destiny promised earth one day. We shall not bend to tyranny or lose the sunlit way Our enemies though powerful the spirit cannot slay.

Forerunners of the Future Race. I heard a song of God descend Rich with unknown harmonies Signalling the fateful end Of those unholy trinities That lure men's souls with Circean charms And promise of unending thrills To crush the spirit in their arms With lethal and unerring skills. The music came wave on wave Surging through the fields of life Sending falsehood to its grave Ending error, hatred, strife. I heard the Om chanted here To hasten truth on earth by grace Bear heaven's touch and drawing near Forerunners of the future race.

Stair by Stair Jan. 15, 2011 Why not come and dine with me tonight In silence by a single candlelight And look into a future clear and bright Filled with promise and a strange delight. Why not come and walk with me this day And catch the early morning's brightening ray Nothing need we do and nothing say But watch the wind blow the past away. Why not join me in my hour of prayer Inhale the freshness of the changing air, See beauty born and earth in heaven's ca

The Hawk Returns I returned from my long journey to the East To find the garden filled with thriving weeds No caring hands to labour in summer months. Starting down the steps toward the barn Suddenly the hawk flew over me And perched on the highest branch above my head. Hidden amongst the leaves she greeted me, A piercing dry of welcome in the morn A call so loud I had not heard before, To tell me all was well as I replied And thanked her for remembrance of our bond. The moment was sufficient unto itself Eternity in her sole cry contained. The cycle is complete and in her world She welcomed me as she is part of mine. Though there are not

God's Design III.htm God's Design III 11/30/03 Time and tribulations test the soul And earth experience is temporal, Eternity's far-off illusive goal Appeals to few and fewer hear its call. I have packed a dozen lifetimes into one, Experience upon experience And yet, a neophyte, the work undone For which I took this birth, a reticence To probe assiduously the depths unknown. Have I loved too well this earth my soul ensnared, Has Nature been too bountiful and sown

At The Feet of Avatars In this daring voyage of the soul Sailing the seas of infinity Seeking the ever nameless goal And the heart of the human mystery, An adventurer in cosmic time Unconcerned with passing years, Breaking the shackles of fate to climb Above our torments and our tears To call peace into this troubled field Where truth and love are rarely seen And light to darkness seems to yield And life becomes 'what might have been'. I have wandered long through unknown lands Ventured beyond the vale of stars, Placed myself in caring hands And knelt at the feet of avatars.

Bearer of Eternal Light In vision or in visionary dream The unremembered music of the soul Was caught once more by that clairaudience That hears the poetry in common things And the rhythms and pulsations of our lives. A fragrance wandered in that subtle air A perfumed distillation of the flowers That still awaits in the etheric planes Anticipating its descent to earth, The moment when the soil no longer stained By death will open to divinity. This vesture of the body is not all Though we would think it so forgetting love. Already is born a race exceeding ours, But who can see who has not strength or will To look beyond the temporal

Golden Dawn Sept. 14, 2005 I have found once more in beauty's eyes The depths of soul I once had known, A heart so pure, no truth denies, A head adorned with Heaven's crown. Acquainted still with worlds above, A bearer of supernal light, In her I feel the force of love Bestowed on all from her orbed sight. A child in years, so old, so wise Her sweetness fills the days with bliss, I hear her name sung through earth's skies Her hand in gratitude I kiss. A youth more ancient than the stars A

The Covert Teacher of My Soul He is the covert teacher of my soul, The silent one observing from the wings Who acts as Prompter, gentle guide and goal; He is the melody my spirit sings. He is the watcher o'er the crib of fate The unseen presence through the tender years, Until youth's arrogance shall dissipate, Retreats, but on occasion reappears When ill tides rush upon the shifting sands And the little self is tossed upon the shore And in its naked desolation stands Forgetful of the crown that once it wore, The Master whispers and the heart obeys Though it is weakened when our loved one's die, Yet deep wit