Forever in the Fragrance of Her Flowers. I was left forsaken and alone, I could not lift my head so cruel the fate That held me to the rack of silent tears, To the heights from which we came my spirit cried, No answer heard but drift of memories Across the shattered landscape of my soul. My beloved had flown above the fields of life. Though her love remained I could not see her eyes Nor touch her feet or hear from those sweet lips Words that made the spirit-sense alive, A smile so bright one could take refuge there. Now I live in the shadows of my self, In music find the soaring, although brief, And solace in the joys of

Joy Beyond Compare The mountains and the valleys sing in me, And the painted desert glittering with stars, I am a mirror of eternity; The fleeting clouds along the drift of hours Symbolic of a world that soon will be. I close the doors to rooms of ignorance Which in the early years I knew as home To venture into silence' white expanse; No longer must the soul in darkness roam To satisfy the vital self's romance. I have known flowers filled with light and sweet, Frail and fragile as the final breath, Eternal beauty invincible in defeat To outlast the years and ultimately, death As I through centuries have sought her feet.

Broken Threads to Mend I caught the thread of an immortal ode And wove it in this dress of earthly make Remembered from a former life's abode By a crystal stream that fed a crystal lake. I saw her like a sun among the flowers Beauty's crown lay easy on her head I sat by her in those final hours Alone among the dying and the dead. The doctor came and left us both alone And for a time peace upon me came Her human body she had now outgrown Departing as she lived, a

Undaunted By The Distant Years She lay before me thin and pale Like a haloed saint in a manuscript. "I am so tired, I feel so frail", And still the body refused to fail In a room as cold as a stone carved crypt, A room lit solely by her smile That filled its crevices with gold She looked on me a longer while, One who knew not hate nor guile And slowly her sweet limbs grew cold. At the end I read from Savitri, Unable to contain the tears. As the rose is of eternity So too her soul shall stay with me Undaunted by the distant years.

Songs of Love Feb. 13, 2005 I painted sorrow in a young girl's eyes And drew the corners of her red lips down; I etched the pain of a heart that longing cries For love that opens as the rose is blown. I heard the music, caught the soul's perfume, Its rhythm marked and felt the cadence clear Of youth undaunted by the hand of doom Or touched as yet by the chill breath of fear. A joy so rare broke sweetly through her smile, She seemed a child of God from future years; Though I must leave, my soul shall stay awhile, My son

Towards Her Light Once the world within me grew and bloomed And, owning nothing, all in my account Flourished and increased the seasons' wealth. Music in me sang the stars to sleep And dawn the brighter grew as joy fulfilled An ancient longing in my youthful heart. Each day a newness brought, a larger quest; I sought through sense to feed the passion's flame That flowers briefly through the fleeing hours, Forever etch on the tablets of time, my name. I hoarded transient memories of love, Heard whispers of a higher destiny Than fate's appointed road or man's acclaim. I laboured in a soil that fed my dreams, And learned the language o

The Dwelling Place for God I fell among the thorns of grief Shaken and torn as the falling leaf Is torn and buffeted and blown Upon the fields, and I was thrown To drown in rivers of despair. I could no longer touch her hair Or feel the warmth that once I knew And in my heart the sickness grew. Day and night were one to me Blinded by the intensity Of pain that manacled my soul, I heard death's bell within me toll. I could not keep the tears from eyes That once saw unfold destinies Of transformation by a light Descended in our mortal plight. The garden of my sadness grew Flowers of diviner hue, Wave o

Fill the Chalice of the Soul We work in gardens awed by stately trees And flowers with their symbol names that touch And move the mind to bright awakenings, Then slowly make their way into the heart. I have not even a remote idea What transformation is to come, but then There is soil to move and numberless weeds to pull And piles of compost needing to be built. Gardens of Consciousness, who here can say What force established in the earth shall change Our lives by their descent or charge the air With beauty far beyond these mortal eyes? To know the joy of youth and bliss to feel! But the hibiscus need our care, we work A

Fish in Shining Schools Do fish in shining schools reflect His light, Do crows converse among themselves of God And of the earth, the willow and the thorn Do they awake to savour each new morn? In the thousand-tensioned moments of our lives Do we recall or even more, delight In silence mid this world's complex design And wonder at things common and divine? The mover of this enigmatic life Is hidden from the outward view of man, Surpassing form, oblivious of name Installed within this dense corporeal frame. O once to know the grace in which we move All things our wakened souls to touch with love.