The Destiny of Earth Though you had not known a brother till I came And gathered your offered heart into my heart And with my soul your soul achieved the same, For those born in the Mother who can part? Now the days and weeks pass swiftly by And soon I must return to a well-loved land Loved and cherished for its panoply, Not of my soul, (but then, you understand,) The spirit's voyages are infinite, No bar its aspiration can restrain, And as you are possessed of inner sight Know that I'll return to you again. Long have I known that all proceeds from Her, Called by Her what need have we to fear The spirit's quest, for nothin

Within My Silent Soul I listened to the singing of the wind And thought it first a chant-like melody, A woman's voice it grew, so filled with love I stood transfixed and let it enter me. It sang a secret not to be divulged To the unlistening conceit of man, It turned a hum that passed into the night Through frozen windows of the mind it ran. Again it changed, a drone of destiny As in some lamp-lit temple in Tibet, Overtones that built on overtones. I caught the rhythm, knew the tune and yet Descending to the valleys of the world It passed the Gods above the mountain snows. Earth's song I heard, transformed by heaven's touc

We Must Write We must write. One should not tempt the muse, And yet I question worthiness of phrase And pray for purity to disabuse The wayward line only meant to praise. To remember when the words are flowing full The source of inspiration through the hand, Remember too at cease or in the lull When no light dawns, never to demand, For even in our poverty of thought A vision may come and music seldom heard, A glimpse of the immaculate is caught And we become the channels of the Word. We shall recall when silence occupies The mind or thoughts unworthy to repeat, That when He comes a rapture fills our eyes And hearts; our poems

Beloved of My Soul I've known behind Thy smile the Fire's force Incinerating veils of ignorance, Igniting at the core this fragile spark. A look, a blessing touch, a moment's glance I shall thy grace remember through all time, Approaching did my spirit recognize A Mother's smile that holds the universe A captive of the god-light in her eyes. Not as a pleasant picture in a frame Do I a seeker kneel to worship Thee, Or vast transcendence limitless, unknown, But beloved of my soul who sets me free.

Prayer to the Service Tree O venerable tree who silent hears The prayers and salutations of mankind Look upon these pilgrim souls in trance Offering themselves to the enshrined Who are the dancers of the cosmic dance; Live and thrive a thousand, thousand years.

Arise, O Soul! March 9, 2005 And I in a moment of the soul's distress Disastrously descended in darkness' core, Drawn a willing spectator to please The lower senses' needs and through the door That opens wide to let the fallen in, Was welcomed by the sly Iniquity Who greets the wayward soul with mounting sin And promises delights the pure can't see. Once inside the caves of ignominy Where light is pushed aside to sate the mind And thrill the flesh with vital fantasy, Trapping the soul as in a hunter's blind, There seems no way to leave, no sure escape From realms of the forbidden fruits of night, Yet if the central being is sincere

In the Consciousness of Gathered Peace A concentrated pressure in the chest As if a new-born soul desired light By breaking through the thick and hardened shell That covers man and blinds his native sight. The sages know it is the heart that sees. Above the mind the spirit's power grows In the calm where no disturbance comes And in the silence where the breathing slows One hears not by the auditory nerves, One feels not by the tacti

In the Truth My Freedom Find Child with immemorial eyes Who are the compass of my soul Come closer that I might excise The demons who still exert control. Lead on my spirit to your fields Of love and laughter and delight As the darkness in me yields To the supreme ennobling light. Teach me to dance, to sing the songs That fall from Heaven's fount of peace, All my injustices, my wrongs, My errant ways help me to cease And in the Truth my freedom find, Purified in heart and mind.

Meeting the Beloved Jan. 21, 2011 There are moments, I suppose When like a well-oiled machine Life runs smoothly in its grooves. But rare the winged peace descends And earthly bodies touched uplift With wonder as the awakened soul Unveils a moment and the gods Are glimpsed, heart responds to heart And all the centuries of doubt Dispelled when love and lover meet.

Sacred Alchemy We carry so much baggage burdening down With the weight of reasoning mind's profundity, Our vital appetites and indulgences, The heroic godhead struggling to break free. If only we could focus on the flame Of aspiration burning at our core Repeat the mantric word, invoke the Name, Install within the image we adore. Earth in its subtle atmosphere prepares A new material body for its king, Omnipotent, inviolate and pure. From eternal realms the grace unperishing Shall fashion us by a sacred alchemy Make earth aware of its true divinity.