These excerpts will give you some insight into my writing style. All the items excerpted here are from a larger, finished, but as yet unpublished work.

Crystal Alchemy

Crystal Dharma

Crystal Yoga Workbook

Rune Quest

The Song of Ra

Fly Away

When I awoke to find my true love gone,
My heart it broke in two.
And in my soul as day began to dawn,
I asked what I might do.
O fly away, and linger not to grieve,
I heard the west wind say,
The love that dies is as the buried seed
That blooms another day.

Refrain:
And in the sky of my heart, there is a bird flying free
And in the joy of his song is a dream of what can be.
The beauty of daylight fills the wind from the east,
And for the heart that is empty, there is peace.

Fly away, bonny bird,
And return to sing again,
The wind in the west
Sings the song of love’s pain.
Fly away like my dreams
Ere the sun begins to wane;
My love, like the crimson rose,
Will bloom again.

Refrain

The flame that burns within the vigil lamp
That stands before the shrine
Remembers not to love with greater constancy
Than this frail heart of mine.
For burning there within the deep abyss
That sees nor night nor day,
This longing for the one I love
Will never pass away.

Refrain

O tender, tender is the tiny flame,
And gentle is its light
That shines upon my loved one’s face
So bravely in the night;
For ever there within the windless deep,
Beyond the touch of strife,
This flame that lights my heartspace shows
The loved one of my life.

Final Refrain

And in the sky of my heart, there is a bird flying free
And in the joy of his song is a dream of what can be.
The beauty of  daylight fills the wind from the east,
And for the heart that is empty, there is peace.

 

Boatsong

The rising sun, the dying sun,
The passing day between,
A ship to sail when day is done,
A journey and a dream,
An ocean wide, a rising tide,
A call across the sea: “Be Free!”

Sail, sail, sail on in the moonlight,
The sky is so high, the ocean so wide,
Guided by star-maps, out from the twilight,
Voyaging over the tide.

Life is a wave in a sea of enchantment,
Weaving a spell when the currents run strong;
Life is a harpstring played by a dreamer
Seeking the words of a song.

Follow now the ancient call,
And come to where the tides flow,
Gather in your wishes all,
And let them all go.
Time will sail your dreams home
Across the widest sea,
Time will gather in your dreams
And sail them free.
Come to the ocean, follow the dreamlight,
Follow your dreams to the sea.

No Place

If there is within, then there is without.
But I do not find you in the worlds of duality.
I find you where there is no-place.

If there is “this”, then there is “that”.
If there is some thing, then there must be some one,
And they must be some where.
But I do not feel your heart’s intimacy
In the marketplaces of multiplicity.
I feel you where there is no-place.

If there is self, then there is also non-self.
But I do not love you,
And I cannot love you,
Fully enough
In that somewhere of two.
In no-place, we are one,
And love is complete.

In no-place, I am not.
Nor are you.
Nor is there otherness, nor sameness.
For there cannot be two
Where there is no place.
I contemplate existence wherein there is no place
And where the “you” and the “I” of my notions
Become one.

You

You are the starlight
That makes my heart bright
Within the dark night of ancient longing
In every pathway that I roam.
Within the twilight,
You give my eyes sight.
You are the love-light that keeps on shining,
You are the call that draws me home.
Although the stars pass away
Before the dawning of the day,
Past the bounds of our travail,
You are a light that will not fail.
Beyond this valley of tears,
Beyond the passing of our years,
Past the loves that time will part,
You are the love that holds my heart.

Whisper

Listen to the whisper that lives in the breeze,
Hear the wind sigh in the ancient trees.
Feel the gentle teardrops that fall on the dew,
Tears that are being wept for you.

In the ocean of dreamlight, the timeless womb,
Where the moon bewitches the sea,
From a sky of love that is far above,
The whispering comes to me.
In the deepest night, when the stars are bright,
When the heart is at rest in the soul,
From the mystery of eternity
Comes a call to a distant goal.
Silver is the moonlight, and deep her spell,
Lost is the world in its sleep;
Fated is the tide where the dreamers dwell,
Precious are the tears that weep.
I have no understanding, my eyes are blind,
I am held by the moon as a thrall,
But I long to fly in my heart’s own sky,
To follow a whispered call.

Listen to the whisper that lives in the breeze,
Hear the wind sigh in the ancient trees,
Feel the gentle tear drops that fall on the dew,
Tears that are being wept for you.

Let Us Go

Weave the dream in the fire,
In the heat in the ancient desire,
And feel the magic burning, burning,
Higher and higher and higher.
Feel the spirit arise
In the gleam in the eye of your eyes,
And see the ancient power climbing
Up from the earth to the skies.

Once there were forests high and noble,
Once there were rivers clear,
Once there were springs where ancient music
Sang for all to hear.
Once there was time to dream the magic,
Once there were dreams to see,
Once there was fire to fed the spirit,
Strong and true and free.
Alas, the times are changing fast,
And the fire is burning low;
In my heart I hear the music calling :
“Come now, let us go.
Far away, and far to go now,
Come now, let us go;
Far away, and far to go now,
Come now, let us go.”

The Lady

The Lady advances from sickle to crest,
Unfurling her standard, invading the West,
In silver and silence, the Sybil unveiled
Is queen of the spheres where sunlight has failed.
The clashing of kingdoms, writ large in the stars
Foretells the conjoining of Neptune with Mars;
In the fields of the restless precursors of day,
Her magical spellcraft is passing away.

The balsam is dripping like dew from the trees -
The cedars and hemlocks, perfuming the breeze;
And mist is as incense aswirl in the glades
Where darkness is dying and prophecy fades.
Arachne is spinning a filigree web
For the snaring of souls from the waters that ebb,
And fireflies are swarming where water lies still
In the eyes of the doe that is drinking her fill.

The virginal bride who will end as a crone
Kneels down at the feet of the porphyry throne,
For the birth of her babe is foretold and ordained
And the flowing of blood from a heart never stained.
Where seeds of imperishable light have been sown,
By the chords that the mystical spirits intone
The Lady prevails in her dance with the sun
In the wake of the worlds she has done and undone.