On the Threshold
Something cosmic is breaking though the historical, linear and separative human Weltanschauung - a Light is breaking through the walls of our minds revealing a wondrous expanse of Beauty and a larger Life.
Years ago I was happy as a child, with no cares or worries -- only just to play and dream -- each day an eternity. Then I was told what I must have and must do, what was good and what was bad, how to live and get along -- for I would no longer have everything provided for me. I didn't like it, but thought it must be so for everyone else seemed to think that way and it didn't seem that there was any other way to think. After all, the world couldn't be denied. But somehow or other I've gone astray and found that I do not know what my needs are but my needs are made known and met. That I cannot provide for what I need but am provided with everything. Forgetting what is good or bad, right or wrong, things seem as they are again. Again the world cannot be denied. But which world? Forgetting, I remember. Giving up caring, I care again. So wonderful, so joyous, it hardly seems real. Perhaps I'm dreaming still.
In the Spirit
While just a moment ago
I was feeling dull and downcast,
now my spirit soars free
and all doubts cease
about life's goal and meaning.
It's not what I do or think
but what I live that counts--
not for my sake alone
but that it be fulfilled
For a Call
Yes onward! O yet further still!
Resting only for breath to move on again.
Through lowland forests--
the growth thick, the clothes torn heedless,
the way pushed straight ahead,
the way around too long,
the time too short, the call too strong.
Through marshes damp and treacherous--
to flounder, to sink, to swim, despairing--
the night too long, the clouds, my star hiding.
Losing my way ever seeking higher ground,
over rocks knees bleeding, over vast wastes alone.
Countless dead-ends taken to start again
weary and heartsick but for an eagle's flight,
a silver ray reflecting,
a glimpse of the distance revealing,
the morning air renewing, the heart's yearning,
now more implacable with every step.
Phantoms arise in vain,
shadows but strengthen, a vision guiding.
Through countless days of trek--
the sun-fierce miles, beyond turning back,
beyond succor, or hope of shady rest in a world ablaze.
Now higher-- the wind stronger,
the night colder, the stars nearer
and the infinite in chords imbuing
a silence never heard by human ears,
preparing-- the portal approaching.
Footprints now seen give urge to hasten more--
There, in a greater sun's radiance,
in a rainbow's arch a golden field extends-- transforming.
And now together, a word resounds,
It was a dream then,
something never before sensed or thought of,
unrelated to that about me,
that gently filtered into my mind
as a spring breeze might,
carrying its new seeds--
jewels of sparkling light from afar.
And as a picture unfolding before my eyes,
an image of a destined future
presented itself mysteriously many years ago,
just a moment ago.
But amid the crush of time and events,
forgotten it was, till a call was heard one day
that couldn't be denied.
And then commenced a course of years
of search and suffering, toil and travail
and travel unto this day,
when pausing, the dream is remembered.
Wondrous that which it foresaw
has come to pass,
and still presents its hope unrealized
the nearer to its source I come.
And not unrewarded, now is sensed
yet something more --
Finding My Place
The day's life,
The sounds and activity--
Yet all quiet and still.
A street in anonymity,
Sunlight bathed every place.
A day just lived now, accepting.
The moment's care reflected.
Wanting nothing special or better or different--
Just allowing it to happen.
Joy now to assume my place.
Forgetting everything I thought I knew,
Remembering only what I really want.
listening as I've learned to do,
Speaking as I'm given to do.
Life newly revealed each moment,
And the world remade.
The yesterday I would hold on to is gone.
Now only the wind is heard is the trees
The morning air is crisp and clear
The colors vivid--
Holding the cup in my hands
I stand in the doorway,
I know Thou art here
In all Thine perfection,
Fill me with Thy Self
That I may show Thee.
I don't know what.
But I'll be there soon.
It will all be for that.
And places walked and pages read
will have their completion.
Through the door.
Let's just make everything conscious now.
Sitting here in silence,
without any compulsion to talk,
glad to be at peace together,
to meet together, always for the first time.
Wishing it to be so.
Grateful now to accept
what is given to us to share,
and what is there to be expressed
and made conscious.
Allowing this space to extend itself,
to reveal itself,
newly each moment.
Now that we have everything,
And there's no place we need to go,
Let's not hurry so fast to talk
Or forget what we're doing.
It's been a long time coming.
We know what we want.
There's nothing else.
So let's begin.
It's Here Now
It's completely safe and united.
It's where we've always wanted to be.
It's where we've always been.
Let us open to it now
And be who we are.
Forget yourself and listen.
Withdraw a bit and look,
and see wholly,
what's being communicated
behind the surface.
Wait, it must be there.
And the reply.
I couldn't do it by myself.
But it wasn't until I took your hand
That I could see our way forward,
All of us--
Into the light.
The Gathering Place
It lies beyond the city,
down a narrow road leading through wild hills
with sharp peaks rising unexpectedly.
Within a secluded valley, an energy,
a Silence, reverberates.
There is a feeling of intensity--
The sun is close above
And the air is dry and pure and stretched taut.
I always sense how special this place is
every time I'm here.
And now expectant, I reach the spot,
And walk up the hill.
Only an occasional bird is heard,
until faint and far-off
the sound of chimes are carried to me
and I approach where the others stand
and take my place.
When We Touch Love
When we touch love,
We touch an entire new world.
We may think we hear but a sentence
Or see but a smile
That is an everyday thing—
But there is much more there.
A light shines through from beyond
A Joy and Peace are sounding
To an unheard music
Only the soul can hear.
When we touch love
The soul is awakened
And infuses us with itself
And we for a moment become who we are
With one foot on Earth
And another in Heaven.
‘We know what we are but know not what we may be’
Should we for a moment forget everything
And just imagine a moment of perfect life—
A spring meadow beyond care or concern
Enraptured in a bliss of love.
How would the spirit move us
When free of prejudice and fear
When only light and joy give utterance
When our steps and words be as grace
And God shows us His own.
Giving the old away
We joy in new life
Giving attachment away
We joy in complete freedom
Giving the worries away
We joy in complete trust
Giving doubts away
We joy in the strength that was meant for us
Giving the fears away
We joy in the moment's complete safety
Giving weakness away
We realize how noble we are--
How accepting the manifested life out of space
We are transfigured--
Accepting the full cup.
Cool notes cascading down
In clear blue sky bliss,
Sparkling azure scents quickening,
From frosted pure heights,
Warm tropical night
Moonlight glistening o'er the water
The vastness hovering,
Vibrating with a rare immediacy
Baring her inward bosom
Pulling me out of myself--
Now lost In her infinite secret
A single movement
Reflected in the clouds, the sea
A single breath vivifying
Ancient thought now discovered anew.
Forgotten mysteries waiting--
A presence heralded.
Now touched by a trailing veil,
And it all comes back
Seen for the first time -- a wondrous sight! There in the distance where a sheaf of rock extended furthermost out, stood two figures. Immediately they were sensed to be completely different -- it was amazing. Where normally men would seem small and circumscribed by the earth and nature about, by the glory of these figures nature was rendered secondary. For they stood as her completion and deliverance. Under the sun and a vault of blue, a new radiance and a new world were reflected. As in a dream made real, two saints, perfected souls, were seen walking upon earth, bringing with them a new heaven and a new earth, now visioned for the first time. How I wished to approach into their presence. But a moment later they were gone.
As an eagle, lift your wings
Unto the sun, and raise yourself
Into the free spaces above--
Inhaling pure sustaining draughts
Holding aloft your soaring flight
Casting your eye now far away
Embracing the infinite.
Seven Chords Ascending
As the wind in the trees
The sky's embrace
Naught remains but the diamond night
Rain of Fire
We had come to the ocean that afternoon. It was warm, clear, and one of those timeless days -- all was quiet and still and the sound of the surf seemed to reverberate to the end of time and back again. Yet everything was taut and quivering with energy -- the blue expanse, the delicious air, the water fresh and alive with dancing patterns of light, with tiny stones sparkling on the wet sand. So glad to be alive that day, wanting nothing but to enjoy that moment. The others too sensed something special, together there with the cliffs behind, solid and chiseled and almost white in the sun's radiance. An ephemeral mist rose above the horizon where it stretched as far as the eye could see either way, curving with the globe. And the whole expanse showered in a billion-billion drops of light, flaming on the water. Blinding. Everything suffused in golden warmth and light -- intensifying as the day progressed. A living electric current was enveloping and pouring on everything. Asserting its undeniable presence. Bringing everything to life.
And then we knew what we had come there for. And that it was all meant to be. And we could now see where we were. And nothing else mattered. And a new day opened up on us. And we knew we had never lived before. And we knew we have always been. And we spoke for the first time. And we knew we could never cease. And we knew what was to be.
Hearing your voice,
I knew my years never were.
Having nothing else, I give all now.
O, such foolishness past!
Thoughts newfound, spoken openly.
Joy supreme I sing,
Weeping to have found my way
This mass of words but does conceal
the urge to touch and to reveal
the moment's secret life within.
O, speechless voice! Elusive touch!
To release thee now-- my life begin.
A new light in the north is faint
Yet clearly seen within my mind.
Notes of cooperation heard
Of planetary brotherhood.
Illumination sheds its rays
Of awareness born of truth.
Soon the time of fear shall end
And spirit accord to each his due.
Then may the earth unfold her secret
And man discover something new--
Something that's been long concealed
And through it our next steps revealed.
A Network of Light
Looking out over the lights of the city
Spreading out, pulsing, as a living organism
Humming, as a generator winding up
From a time not long ago
When in darkness and quiet
Ancient seas washed upon a primeval land
And life fought to survive
Against the impersonal elements
And encroaching chaos.
But now developing
From out of the womb of matter
And in an amazing shortness of time
The world has been wreathed
In a pattern of light
And an energy harnessed and released
By man himself.
Now the divine darkness
Has her ready instrument
And a will that has patiently waited eons
Bears down upon the swelling form
Heating up the frantic activity
To an intense crescendo
When a revelation shall occur
And man shall know
The reason for his work.
Benediction of Earth
Thought sang in my mind like a whirlwind,
Like a choir of trumpets heard on high
A call went up--It's coming!
Then clouds scurried and hid,
The wind hushed and the waters trembled--
Tara prayed to God
And wept unabashed--
And in Her thankful sob were earthquake,
And in Her tears, rains and floods,
In Her flushed rapture whole climates altered--
Verily the world shook
And then it was done.
Her divine sacrifice had not been for naught.
The pain and suffering of bearing
within Herself a sacred Life,
And nurturing It
Was forgotten in the bliss of union and birth,
And the woe transmuted to joy
In a divine realization.
Even man stopped in his travail and heard
"There is a new world born, a new way given,
And all those who are ready
can come into their birthright.
There is just one condition--
That each must love
For Love has come to dwell among you
So all that is unfitting must go.
Each will have all--but not for self alone,
All must be shared--nothing less will do".
And with this covenant there came a new world.
From Spirit Impregnate
Blasting the world to forgotteness!
Thrilling through space--
Light, sound, music divine!
Spirit-clad emanations thunderous!,
Of inconceivable joy!--
Angels of cosmic design!
Flung straight at the heart--
Seeking and finding,
Raising up on warrior wings
Bursting gloried light
Her Face unveiled--
Victory!, salvation!, revelation!--
Her Song thrilling through the heavens,
Transfixing--Her effulgent Beauty!
Does a blaze of light fear the dark?
At dawn can there be aught but exultation?
Nay, there is nothing that can oppose--
Spirits invincible are we born
And on great wings cast our shout
Let us dare to flame
The stars don't hold back--
They give up all
That life may be.
A sun burns until there is nothing left
And in the final conflagration
May we be able to look back saying
We have LIVED,
That we have shattered each fetter
Which would hold us
And have burnt it up
Flaring across the sky
Embracing all in our wings.
O bliss to feel
the tempest's heart,
and know the sky's embrace,
when unity pervades my sense
and lights, anon, love's face.
Now the darkness is seen past,
the inward light appears,
all outer forms reflecting perfection everywhere.
As that foundation life is sensed,
all movement of itself,
my self in just transition, returns unto its source.
With separation finally gone, l am of all I see,
and now evokes the sacred sound,
and thoughts sublime are free.
Standing at the meeting place,
each call an answer found,
the ego has ceased to rear its head,
The vault above, completely rent,
and time and space no more.
And everywhere the light suffuse,
O that day must come, I hope and pray,
when each can speak in truth,
and all can share those freeing words,
accepted now by grace.
Redemption then upon the land.
Each soul finding his place.
Under Electric Sky
Morning, and the dry and crackling desert air has moved in,
quietly preparing in the night
the coming dawn.
The sun beating down now,
the pace and tempo increases,
movement incessant, a vapor rises.
Yet a gentle wind caresses and all is quiet.
Life extends without barriers now
embracing everything alike.
All I see is mine and part of me
and beats with my heart.
I am of them. They speak to me
and I would extend to them all, none unloved.
The greetings calls and conversation
translated to an inner sense--
one through all.
O give me words to share on this holy day.
To bless it. To proclaim it. To reveal it.
For all now one.
Electric blue overhead.
A brilliant white haze below.
Something unseen, quickening.
Not of Earth
Not of earth
A presence indwelling not of earth
Silent behind the outer activity
To release myself to it
And free my identification
To be maintained continually
To be of it
The time for waking has come
What has always been
Trust and gain all
See in the sphere of adaptation
The inner light
The impersonal being
our life revealed
Now accepting it completely
Life not of earth
Reflections in a Mind
Now we come into our Self
And we are.
Now a Presence fills space
And we see.
The scene about us reflects another Light
And we remember.
Being aware, there is no question now
There is no need to seek
It's all here where we are.
The outer world goes on--
We don't heed it,
wanting nothing to take us from this Love, this Moment.
Now time opens up and Eternity enters.
Let us extend this lest we forget.
Through the Door
From within the petals open
Through the door I pass
Now the gift is given
Now I Am at last.
Entering the Stream
Entering the stream
I do not look back
For everything as I have known it
Has passed away
And I throw my faith entirely
on to one guide
It's always there,
one idea I reflect,
a living being
Whose awareness is interpreted through its reflection
And now all separation is gone
And what did seem so real just evaporates
Serving that for which I am 1 put down myself
And thoughts revealed I express
Each one a bridge to one self shared
All within one mind shared
Realizing I am nothing of myself
Arrogating nothing for myself
Presenting no blocks to its movement
Letting go of everything else
I find nothing but this
Each mind reflecting one light whole
Life extends itself unto itself
In redemption already done
Thou Shalt Be Given a New Name
To the white stone:
Elixir of light
In Gaia Now
In Gaia now do children play
Caught in dreams of shadowed ways
Forgetful of their holy face
The power and purpose of their race.
How to awaken from this sleep?
How to reclaim their knowledge deep?
How to rejoin the scattered fold
And bring about the change foretold?
Quick hark now, the time has come
The call is out, hear beats the drum,
The charge is given, the plans are made
Unto each a task is laid.
Lift your eyes and see the view,
A new world coming through me and you.
Accept your role, accept your power
To create anew, to bless this hour.
Believe it so and it shall be
Live this life with spirit free.
The fabled land in fullness blooms
In Gaia now beyond the gloom.
Unto This World
In quite and reflective muse
The moment's solemn peace embued
With music of a lofty sort--
Angel refrains with noble thought,
Unspoken poems and chanted verse,
Scenes of an inner universe
Thoughts like bells that ring complete
Of timeless truth and joy replete
From far off worlds beyond compare
Now beating softly in the air.
To catch this sense and to it give,
To wrap it round and in it live
Is surely what you're here to do--
To live inspired and so renew,
Remembering things that yet are so--
Worlds more real than those we know,
Timeless lands where glory lies
Seen stretching far with inner eyes--
Fields to pick, to plant, to see,
Jeweled moments just to be.
Reflected in each flower and tree
The sacred stars are showing thee,
Shinning in each grain of sand
In each line upon one's hand
That gods we are in holy truth
And like our Lord have power to suit.
Unto this world we bring rare gifts
Unto our own we give what fits.
We offer you our hands in peace
And keys to many splendored things.