Letter from Australia

REJUVENATION

The body attempts fruitless rebellion
Against Nature’s law; persistent beliefs
In Illusion, of th’eternal myth
Secession from the Soul, of things spiritual
Is but a journey into the abyss of Darkness
Few emerge from Evil’s snare; for
Many choose to remain
Tis comfort that the minions seek
Whilst in the brewing pot, ignorant bliss!

Truth is found within, as is Purpose
The One who guides Soul’s Lifework;
The body is but a Slave
Subjugate; yet free
Despair not – union is no prison
Walk toward the light that is Freedom
Accept, with Reluctance perhaps;
Yet acceptance is Nature’s way
Be numbered at the dawn of Wisdom’s day!

See; but look deeply
Hear; but listen carefully
Fear; indeed fear God
Fall; but get up
Cry; but wipe the tears away
Laugh; but guide firmly
Teach; but learn more than twice

Let the eyes look neither up nor down
for the self is level and true
Let the head turn neither left nor right
for it is but the slave of those who see
Let the ears suffer neither praise nor strife
for these lead to meaningless distraction
Let the lips serve the pure heart
for truth resounds from within
The way of the body is neutral to Creation
Yet the way of the soul is Perfection renewed

Olympia's Funeral

The day is upon us; on which global expectations ride
Yet the hearts suppress the tragic loss of Christian pride
The joy of partaking has encountered elements perverse
The unity of brotherhood, through warfare reversed
Simple Soldiers, girded in cloths plain and nice;
Drugs and money is Modernity’s spice
A requiem for Professionalism strong and true
Once embodied in Amateurs, ancient and few
Grieve for Today, new tears for things old
Such times have passed; the Material takes hold
Participation on the bench doth relegate
Winning, less Consequence, on whom minds do concentrate
Alas, the fallacy of rebirth
What was gold before; now has no worth

Who is My Neighbour?

The father who toils day and night
The mother whose smile, radiant and bright
The brother who marries at age twenty nine
The sister who lusts after song and wine
The teacher who challenges and guides
The student whose entire hope frailly rides
The migrant who in English will not speak
Yet in other tongues will his discourse not be weak
The elderly soul whose wrath afflicts all
The feminine bigot who fears walking tall
The young couple, whose love transcends all strife
The dame, singly focused on reconciliation with life
The soul within, that houses all I know
The one person through which all love will flow