My body is a womb of Light,

A chalice from which all may sip

In Communion with Oneness,

   Wholeness,

                Life more abundant…

 

There’s a storm in my head
The rumblings of energies
– Unfathomable Forces – evoked.
But how do I reign?

The Man said, “FORGET ALL.
NOTHING IS AS IT SEEMS…”

 

Wake Up!  We must awaken!

‘The Beast’ has been set loose in the world
and we,
‘the warriors of The Lord’ must force it back to its origins…”

Beauty is the signature of Spirit,
A universal language that touches the Soul
And opens the doorway to Truth.

Through Beauty we approach the Principle of Existence,
So abstract we can only sense it.
Yet feeling it, we know the Truth that Life is an expression of Love…

Steadily does our bush track descend
Into filtered light most mellow
It draws us along and beyond each bend
With its softening, radiant yellow.

Down deeper and deeper slowly we go
Through leafy cathedrals vast
Till reaching a point of stillness below
In silence now, at last…

Flowers are smiles from the Divine Realm,
Living examples of Beauty and Harmony.
Flowers and trees are guided by subtle etheric beings,
Just as the human soul is guided by Masters of the fifth realm.

Every “visible” manifestation—
minerals, insects, plants, animals and human beings,
is a movement
of Cosmic energy in constant evolution.

Everything is energy,
Logos is energy, Love is energy,
each of our thoughts and emotions is energy.
All having the capacity for infinite evolution…

 

Life Essence

Every fruit has within it
a kernel of the fruit.
Every person has within them,
an essential core,
which is the true life.
They call it soul.
Through the kernel,
the essence of the tree
lives in the fruit.
Through the Soul
The Life essence
lives in the man.

Trust the guru within
Follow your path to spiritual truth
Stand in the calm light of the centre
Move confidently forward in light and love
To create the future you want to see
Instead of clinging to old patterns and behaviours
Let in the light and weave it into your everyday life.
Shine your light—
Let it shine ever so bright.

 

A man, not sent by God
returns to God —
On his way, he achieves
and returns
as one among many of us.
Hope sometimes
coincides with Vision.


The place is dark
Full dark. Crowded. The conflict roars.

Empty. Silent
Alone. For eternity…

In the Mirror of My Heart

I see your precious image
in the mirror of my heart.
Like a light beam
it reflects you in the living space of the mind…

Leaning on the kitchen bench,
Faces close, hovering over the kettle,
We debrief the day.
A casual glance up and
I fall right through…

Standing in the Light
gazing inward and upward
the path is steep.

Gathering courage
a gentle wind drifts by
a light forward push.

A pilgrim in the mist
worn scattered footprints
quietly surrendering…

The Soul begot me with song
The Messenger of lighted space
That we…trembling…are

The worlds, the spheres
Were made in song
Not for men to make prisons of…

I’m not what you see.
I’m not this physical profile,
This aesthetic reflex.
In truth
I am the form that contains life,
the humble vase into which the Infinite is poured.

Pioneers of the new world, gather together.
Yours are the flames that welcome the first born.
Anchor your souls to the Elder Brothers so that you can rise.
You are the army of heroes who cross earthly boundaries
to conquer a new dimension.

Dear friends, now is the time.
We shall be benevolent in our thinking
with a unified heart and mind.
We shall raise our spirit to understanding.

We shall see how the plan for humanity unfolds.

The high seas are dark and turbulent,
the way no longer clear, all is obscure.

I search for your hand, spirit of truth,
I have taken up anchor to seek you
in this rough storm and wild unknown…

Following dappled paths takes me off

Into an in-between place,

Neither all-sun nor all-shade.

Lively patterned spots of both

Dance through the air

Infusing the space of this leafy abode.

On the wings of air,
I have heard the sound of change,
On the light breeze,
I have smelt the scent of the rose,

A softly whispered stillness fell about,
In which a Pregnant Glory seemed to shout!

The dying moments of a Passing Age,
With all its share of growth and pain and rage,

Gave way with shuddered sigh and gnarled hand
To Infant Life, now learning how to stand.

What chance Optimism? in a world
Such as the one in which we live,
With narcissistic leaders and their sycophants
Who take-take-take and barely give.

A great teacher once told us to seek
    and then we shall find.

When the seeker’s path called us
we travelled the world for guidance,
we read the wise books of knowledge,
we watched the earth and its labours,
we were pilgrims on the narrow path…

And you, self, proud warrior for some perhaps illusory Freedom,
As your last fortress falls to the great midnight gun,
Lay down your arms,
Though still unbowed, your rebel head is bloodied,

You cannot live on the run,

In a future day,
Will quantum physics help us throw off
Our habitual limited dense matter thinking?
Those perpetually-moving quantum particles
Constantly criss-crossing into connectivity
Reveal the web of all things inter-connected
So that at last, the weight of separate-ness
Can lift off our hearts and free our mind,
Reminding us that we are everywhere-present.

It’s Good Friday,
almost midnight

The women have left the hanging hill
Broken, with his body,

A lifetime, more than a death
away from healing tears

(A long, terrible death,
but it’s over now)

The night is dark, all is obscure
the seas are turbulent, stars are dim.
I get in my frail boat, I pull up anchor
I set forth with hope…

Beyond language there is a place

where mysteries dwell that need to be revealed,
mysteries held in the heart of truth by
shepherds of the way, the Teachers.

Beyond the dark plains of mind and
the windy nights of inner storms, we see…

Not long ago I made an unusual and unique encounter.
It was sunset time;
we both walked on the same street in the same direction.
The same cadence of the step found us side by side

I on the one hand He on the other
perfectly aligned.

Morning news delivers its daily ration
Of the lowest of human lows,
And the miasma of modern melancholy
Nestles down in a familiar chilly flow.

Turn your back for a time on the chatter and the chaos,
            The rumble of approaching guns

Come to prayer.

I heard singing in the earth this morning
and a song among the fluttering leaves,
the scarlet sky was full of music.
I thought I was born into a new world

Who is it whispering to me?
        Who is it opening my heart?
        Like a rose of light within shadows.
        It is the voice of the world mother.

The perfume of the lotus
           Opening in your heart
Creates the bridge of Light
           That lets you cross
Into the joy and love of the true Life.

There is a bridge
               between the worlds,
A precious path
               From the pain and the despair

Nurturing stillness
The power of silence blooms
Bringing its gentle half-light,
A charged gossamer veil
Cast up over drifting down through.

Look up,
And feel the tender warmth
Of a new world forming.

The eye of the rock sees how jewels form,
The eye of the flower sees how bees sip,

What if…
The fragrance of a Rose
The wellspring of Ideas
The radiance of the Heart

With every breath I breathe you in,
With every sigh you touch my heart.
The whisper of the Cosmic Wind

Listen to the birds sing, for
Their song is a message about
How we too can fly into the sun,

Together
Let us distill
In the Eternal Heart.

Dear human family,
Isn’t it time we had new revelation?
Isn’t it time we understood why we are here?
Why were you born, what shall you do here?

As sure as the wind blows and the trees sway,
The lord of light is on his way.
Hear his coming steps,his subtle breath,
The dissolving of decay and death.