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Dawn

The magnanimous dawn light
called to me like a lover
sweeping down and around
like a curtain of velvet
embracing and invigorating
and uplifting in its glory.

From her solar heart pulsed
it seemed such a song of joy
as to permeate all that is.

The swallows and robins sang
and chirped as if tomorrow would never come.
The trees and flowers bowed and swayed
to a cadenze heard only by them.

The deep reddish orange orb of the sun
flamed like a mighty God
crowned with a violet tiara
as the Earth and all life forms praised
her life-giving energies.

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Oliver

Into our lives seven years ago you came
and nothing ever was the again the same.
Such love you brought
that we were straight away caught,
enmeshed in your delightful canine charm./
Your love and devotion was so unconditional,
in your bright brown eyes it shone,
and now, now you are gone
taken by cruel, merciless disease.

How we shall miss your joyous bark
as we strolled in the sweet smelling park,
how we shall miss your licking kisses,
and how you patiently waited at the gate
when we would be late.

We know that in the heaven worlds for such as you
there is a special place
where the Almighty Creator will bless you
with even greater love and spirit grace.

We know that now from all sickness and disease
you are free and made whole
and one day on that light bridge between heaven and Earth
we shall again meet and how wondrous and sweet
shall that be as our love is celebrated
and we are reunited./

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1 Joyous Encounter - 2 Broken Earth

The sky was brushed by flame
and all of nature round about
seemed to joyously shout
the Divine ineffable name./

Orange, green and pulsating violet appeared
achingly wondrous - radiantly tiered.
It was as if the very soul
of the Absolute mightily reared./

A cosmic javelin of glorious light
through to the Earths very core speared./

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The Earth that is sundered and broken,
can it, will it be healed?
Evils dark shadow continues to fall fast
like sand in a glass.
The chill and energy sapping 
winds of malignancy blast
while men of moral stature
stand impotent and aghast,.

Yet 'tis man himself swayed 
by ceaseless greed
causes our mother Earth 
and his own selfhood to bleed.

We forget at our dire peril
that Earth is no mere shell
but a living breathing spirit
with the inner fires of creation lit./

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In Everton Forest

The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./

Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst,
clamouring to be the very first
announcers of the pearly dawn./
The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall
swayed and rustled in the early breeze
while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall.

Far above a solitary falcon called and circled
then spotting some far-off prey, hurled
itself down like an arrow.
The fresh and invigorating breeze
whispered sonorously throght the trees,
a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat"
of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.

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In Everton Forest

The day had been grim and hectic,
the working environment pressured and thick
with interoffice gossip and intrique,
how I yearned for silence's healing mystique./

The traffic volumes at days end was horrendous
the noise, the screech of brakes, the continual blaring of hooters.
Not easy to maintain ones temper and aplomb.
Soon, soon I would be home.

My need for peace was more than slight
as I wandered into the garden that star-filled night
and stopped dead-awestruck at the wonderful silvery radiance
flooding the scene even as some hidden owl called clear and keen.

The infinitude of stars shone with more than piercing brightness
and as I gave myself over to the night's magic
all my weariness, all tension and stress
dissolved and I felt my souls wick
rekindled in a moment out of time.
In a radiant space where all was utterly still
a glorious interlude wherein my spirit held vigil
with the eternally orbiting stars.

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The Alluring Call of Material Power

It ceaselessly, on all levels, reverberates
smashing through the gates
of logic, innocence and reason.
It knows no time or season
as men of high or low estate
prostitute their very sanity,
prostitute the very clarity
of their minds and souls.

Assuredly, ever since man to the state of reason attained
testing them 'till they gained
the whole world and vast power
and lost their humanity, 
their very sanity.

The grip of material power is incalculable,
it has filled, and continues to fill
and to flood the world with pain and woe,
its perpetrators fully aware, know
the suffering, the agony they cause.

yet they care not, will not e'en pause
as they pursue and solidify powers grasp
crushing all who oppose, to their last gasp.
Compassion and caring is their enemy.
Their way, their only road is that of brutality.

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Ultimate Grace

It is formless and timeless
and abounds in limitless quantity,
the more it gives of its self
the greater waxes its wealth.

It possesses ever an unworldly radiance,
for its home lies in the boundless
fields of omniscience
where is brewed its sweet and wondrous essence.

Untouched by worldly dross,
remaining eternally pure and unsullied,
its actions are perfect, sure and unhurried,
for to the very highest light and love is it married./

Across stars and worlds without number it sweeps.
From the very heart of the supreme creator it leaps
like an arrow through the void and thus does it wing
to touch-to permeate the body and spirit of the deserving.

The soul must be open and swift to clutch
that unworldy joy, that divine love
which streams in to briefly touch,
and cause upon the questing, compassionate soul to be writ,
the indelible sigil of an illumined spirit./

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There Is a Tide

There is a tide in the affairs of men
mightier than sword or pen,
a tide of destiny swept in by divine will,
a tide of destiny fulsome and inexorable.

Stretching back into the very night of time
its workings are law, and sublime,
reaching forward into the far future
its justice is inescapable and sure.

Swift or slow, now or late
that destiny will surely manifest at due date
until all injustices are met,
'till mans only desire is to save and heal
will he finally quit life's endless wheel./

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Break Through

Break through the mould of mediocrity,
break through the mould of duplicity,
break through the mould of expediency,
break the pattern of violent behaviour
before the world and humanity faces total calamity.

Humanity now stands on the very edge,
almost ready into the deep morass of destruction to sink
poised so finely, so delicately upon the brink.
Never before has the need been so great
for all peoples everywhere to urgently link
with the forces of light, goodwill and compassion.
Man must-with his heart now think./

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Night of Awe

I recall one Winters night
in the high mountains
when the mystic peaks
shone like steel pins,
awe-inspiring in the moonlight
so that my tears flowed at the grand sight.

The heavens were alive with myriad
points of glittering light,
all quivering it seemed with joy unconcealed,
as if a vast, eternal love amongst then wheeled.

Who could not be deeply touched
gazing up into such immeasurable immensities;
a steadfast infinite radiant frieze./
What holy beauty,
'twas as if my soul received a holy kiss.
Such awe-which was not dread, but bliss./