Ulysses Unbound

Abide by my cloak
In falling purple
Folds, that fathom
The silent depths
So dark, searching
For the blue spark.
Seek solace
In my pacific heart
So azure
No more pain endure
Your Father has waited
So long for you....
You scan the horizon
From upon the prow
And walk free the deck
No lashing to the mast
Anymore, Ulysses...
My will is thine. 

The Great Maharishi's Father

In eternal fires...
scorching ancient horizons
floating upon silent songs
of worlds, whirls
the mighty myriad star-flecked wheel
drawing about her vaporous veils
nebulous, fabulous
woven in galaxies, glittering
gyrating into the hub of All
...unknown axle
turns traceries of time
for our tiny binary
amongst millions, mingling
melodious
in this magnificent machine
soaring...
roaring forward
the wheel of worlds
congeries of cosmic cities
and juggernaut jungles
spiral onwards
as the lion emerges
from His distant den
to hunt the flighty deer
of supernovae
and draw his bridal pride
upon and to the Heart.

Sacrifice

Wring from the heart of the bud
Your final part of blood
Cast your salty sweat
Into the maelstrom of mind
And mount the procession
Elephantine
To the soul sacrifice
Ceremony...
For Thou...
...sands of sages
Drifting through
These brittle pages
Penned
By the Ancient of Days...
The Law of the World
Says the Journeyman
Must load
Till the buckled knee
Says its time to flee...
Dragging these bags
Of unredeemed mortals
Into the swirling sun.

Kurukshetra

duel of duality
perpetual emotions
call forth the glorious
swords of Mars
to the clatter of battle
upon these unsteady oceans...
raucous chords cry a chorus
of chaos across, this watery terrain
of pain...
toss and tumble
my rusty tabernacle
of tattered sail and listing life
the scattered tale
of the Grim Helmsman,
steering toward
unknown nirvanas
will grip his tiller
through all stormy strife.

Doubt

The path of light
Is fraught with shadows
Cast in the flickering twilight
That creep around the lamp
And dim the flame.
Wrapping tendrils
Around the beating heart
That sustains and carries
These beasts of burden
Until they fall away
Like dry husks
To fuel the future fires
That guide
The Sons of Tawney Flame.

The Abysmal

Chaos seeps out of the deep
Darkness creeps to the mountains steep
But does not rise to the radiant eye
Bathed with the sun, washed by the One.
All the creatures crawl out of holes
Appalling features fall in folds
Around the visage which gapes
Amid residual lurking shapes.
The leering denizens are on the march
Malodorous mutants coughed
From the fallow earth...
A dearth of disease
Sneaks past the open arch.
New effects from ancient causes
They darken the dawn
The sky is torn...

Devious Devas

Down into beingness we glide
Smooth as glass along which we slide
Transparent symphonies of emerald hues
Dance with brilliant bursting blues.
Flights reminiscent of white,
Whirl and twist
To heights incandescant,
In unfurling mist
With burning orange spiral spasms
Leaping tornadoes tear through chasms.
Chaotic crystalline creations freeze
Rant random into ice caves hidden
Galloping with the rhyme, riding with the reason
Chanting incantations that bring them bidden
From their quiescent clusters so lustrous.
Born to the madness of the spontaneous
Glowing in gladness, instantaneous
Dying without sadness, satiated.

Sunrise

I awaken
To the sound
Of the Ancient One
Turning upon his axle,
Pushing the wheel of life
Propelling His light cells
Upon a timeless tide,
Now breathing in
Then breathing out.
He incarnates on inhalation
Upon the breath suspended.

Nimrod

motherless child
with no earthly roots
where do you reside
when you kick off your boots?
walking through time
stalking space,
you run with Orion
and your Great Dogs chase
the Bear and the Lion,
endlessly, Archer...
bent bow taut
homeless, hunter of does...
a distant horn, with thunder, blows
your Father calls you home
to stand before His mighty throne,
relinquish the quarry you sought
bend in the bow that He taught.

Mother of Angels

Descending doves fly back to the nest
From far flung flights in the forest
Mother of the winged embraces her brood.
We fly forever in the oneness of space
We shy never from His beautiful face
We are the feathers of his mighty wing
That swiftly moves our hearts to sing:
The beauty of Kala Hamsa freely
Gliding through the rhyme of time
Grace and power in God's hour
Mother loves her doves so dearly.

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