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Remembrance of the Heart If the remembrance of the heart remains When mind is swept away in whirls of thought And the vital is enamoured of itself, If the thread of higher consciousness is caught It is enough, we shall outlast time. The mighty and the fallen and the proud All enter through the selfsame door at birth And when the furrows of our lives are ploughed The grains of small accomplishments are sown And reaped the meagre harvest of our days We all leave at the last through death's small door And venture into unknown realms of space. But those who keep upon their lips the Name Smooth passage find to islands of the b

The Soul^s Embrace.htm The Soul's Embrace I witnessed once an ancient soul's embrace When death, the cancer, on my mother came. It was a moment of unspoken grace In this eternal, enigmatic game. I gave her oxygen and when she cried Injected Demerol to ease her pain Then witnessed that which cannot be denied, A miracle I may not see again. Immobilized now as death steals in the room She turns her head and love pours from her eyes, Smile dispelling all the Shadow's gloom Blesses my father and slowly, sweetly dies. With her final breath a heavenly perfume nears Filling the room; our hearts from sorrow cease Banished is the spilth of human tears Fo

Will There Come a Day April 1, 2012 See the dancer in a classic pose Elegant, unstrained and calm her face, Heedless of pain, weightless on her toes Radiant, a symbolled form of grace. Now the boxer bloodied in defeat Rises slowly from his canvas bed, The scorn of all his followers to meet And yet for these he bravely fought and bled. Comes the matador in his suit of lights To brave the onslaught of the maddened bull, In this cruel sport the thirsty crowd delights And

In an Age of Innocence In an age of innocence so long ago When mind lay still and life leaped up in song All the movements of our days were slow And needs were few, we sorted right from wrong, The family was a castle, safe and strong. A simpler time in a quiet sleepy town Where neighbours smiled and gardens ever new Blossomed with the seasons and were sown With care but still deep-rooted thistles grew And prejudice unspoken flowered too. Then Hitler rode upon the wakened beast And children saw the family torn apart, On earth the great Asura was released Torment and pain the new demonic art And night fell on the troubled human

In Her Smile I Saw the World Was Saved In a surreal dreamscape weary and forlorn Unable to move and weak from war I wept, The skies with sullen clouds moved solemnly Across a landscape of denuded hills And in the valleys a dense miasma crept And occupied the habitats of men. I saw how ancient trees strangely fell Crashing silently on the lifeless soil, The awesome boughs were blackened, bare and cold, Grey waters lapped where once was only blue And flowers wilted in their weed-filled beds. A pain invaded me and no bird sang. I fell asleep and dreamt of war-torn lives And saw Death seated high upon his throne Striding a

A Paean to Childhood - The Mother's Birthday Feb. 21, 2005 A quiet town, simplicity of days, Ice cream and my mother's cigarettes, A tiny house that welcomed all who came, The sun-porch with its warm and welcome light The little room in which my childhood grew, The comfort of a home where love still reigned, The radio that brought the news of war, Adventure and suspense and fairy tales Spun for children's fantasies and dreams, To whet the fertile landscape of the mind, Our prayers became a symphony of psalms The music of a thousand choirs heard And singing that could set the soul aflame. There was a graveyard full of unknown nam

A Guiding Hand Upon Fate’s Road.html A Guiding Hand Upon Fate's Road Still there remains to haunt my days The memory of perfect love. Sorrow how devious your ways, How subtly through the heart you move. This body having lived for light Now see the embers of its fire Flash upon the coming night Yet from this life shall not retire, For One instilled within the soul The inner flame that cannot cease, Lit the pathway to the goal Installed a modicum of peace Within a vessel crudely made, Blessings innumerable bestowed And on this being sweetly laid A guiding hand upon fate's road.

To Know the Truth That is Me Feb. 12, 2011 I looked upon the vastness of the sea But all my wanderlust had long since fled, The breaking waves brought back to memory The day I cast the ashes of my dead. Across the pale blue waters sailed my dreams Of youth and hope, the possibility Of Light's descent that succours and redeems And the beauty of the coming world to be. Now the hourglass has few grains left And I alone am far from journey's end The cause and not the victim of