Fleur de Lis

In our journey through time toward the One,
clearing the way is karma undone;
each stone transmuted, the price we pay,
as each faltering point, to growth gives way;
opportunity is the mother of stumbling blocks,
a key to discover, a door unlock;
that seeming wrong turn was right--yet disguised,
given more power by the self wrongly prized.
As the soul is weighed in the scales of balance,
the gold we produce determines our talents,
to create anew in science or verse,
comes from the best we make of the worst.
So extract the gold from lessons learned,
and bliss, not pain, is the karmic return.
Yet following bliss through the five senses,
brings on the woe of worldly pretenses;
merely externals, fragmented parts,
create illusions of finish and start,
but life is a process--never complete,
a spiral in motion where opposites meet,
the force of gravity curving space,
as a track of time in measured pace,
keeping energy in a cyclic flow,
depending on man to recycle below.
No matter how far we seemingly fall,
the universe counts on an earnest call;
a yearning deep, an impassioned plea,
felt within the depths of thee,
to calm the restless inner sea,
and raise a plume of the fleur de lis
The blue plume holds the power behind,
the golden plume that rules the mind,
and yet to release the energy there,
love must ignite and activate the pair.
This delicate frame, frail and weak,
when imbalance denies love to speak,
as a wave reaching a heightened state,
to intense for mere man, its known as hate.
So love is the key that opens the door,
providing the spark again to soar,
and turn the spiral around once more,
releasing the energy at the core.
Those chaotic thoughts that fill the mind,
denying the destined truth to find,
the awaiting soul bound below,
depend on love to transfer the flow;
allowing the blueprint to unfold,
and the mind the chaos to decode,
assisting the transfer of energy,
to complete the process of alchemy.
Although the flower, the fleur de lis,
manifests multiplicity,
one common source sustains each plume,
and both are needed for the flower to bloom.
So, never to part of the whole blindly cling,
for constant change life surely will bring;
the high and the low, both borne of one mind,
give neither more power and balance we find;
dwell on the virtues interwoven in form,
and matter will part as victory's borne.
Nor to the whole to assuredly clasp,
for ideals can swiftly slip through our grasp;
expectations, when from the ego arise,
cruelly burst our bubble and steal the prize.
When to hold on and when to let go,
is learned as light is fused with the soul,
for when possibilities percolate,
from deep in the soul to the conscious gate,
the light therein must gently extract,
impurities which the ego refracts.
The ego gives birth to mere fantasy,
in extremes, is the cause of insanity,
for the ego can spawn only illusion,
spending precious light on mental confusion.
Light intended for dreams of the soul,
bringing to fulfillment each hard-won goal.
In that kernel of self, the future dwells,
as fusion occurs, the potential swells,
revealing a blueprint, a master plan,
an intuitive flash, a guiding hand.
So redirection can often set straight,
unnecessary twists and turns of fate;
best to respond to the greatest needs,
intuitively ranking priorities.
Rely on that light in oneness with God,
and the light increases as homeward we trod;
misuse of the siddhis to serve desire,
empowers and fuels the infernal fire;
indiscretion brings ruin on even the elect,
as oft this tragedy our world reflects.
As infants we are bound in this drama,
until we've mastered the laws of karma:
each cause set in motion creates effects,
this world we've created this law reflects.
How often I hear the proud intellect,
declare "no God is behind this effect,
no God would allow this world filled with hate";
this peak of the use of will to create.
Yet, freedom of choice, a gift from above,
is bestowed upon man to use in love;
our will, when aligned with heavenly cause,
reveals the mysteries of much higher laws.
It seems so long ago, we should have learned,
this beginning lesson of freedom earned!
Why continue this world of pain and grief,
when choice, rightly used, could bring relief?
We soon could uncover the secrets of space,
by simply accepting our rightful place.
The proud intellect has no place in heaven,
'tis as inert as bread without leaven;
when we put ourselves above basic law,
don't we expect the proof of this flaw?
How else can this mind, once proud, become free,
to create our world in humility?
Why can't we see that our greatest mistake,
finds roots in the cause of this gift we take?
Right use of our will so graciously given,
resolves the way to the portal of heaven;
to accept and face ourselves causing hate,
builds the strength needed to pass through the gate!
Once this simple reality is clear,
we gladly submit this will we hold dear,
for many great minds have learned what it takes,
to transmute to love our fears and hates,
to balance the misuse of our free-will,
and begin the ascent up heaven's hill.
For this is the path of the genius in man,
the effort to humbly serve as one can;
yes, the greatest heroes of ages past,
through selflessness held our planet fast.
This vital point we are holding in space,
depends on this platform of time and place;
unmanifest love thus becomes manifest,
only when will is first put to the test.
So, the Kingdom of Heaven, begins with man,
fulfilling his part in the master plan;
and great ones before us exist now as parts,
in a tapestry of celestial arts;
and initiates refined, as base to gold,
a place in this masterpiece will hold;
for even the lesser embodied in form,
is in potential a world yet unborn.
And so we carry this pre-natal weight,
and as the due father uplifts his mate,
we, of the new order of ages hold,
the keys to unlock the future's gold.
Is not real freedom the spirit to love?
All lesser refined in the fires above?
Is not love the cause of beauty and truth?
As The Bard before us declared forsooth?
Is not truth ultimate enlightenment?
And wisdom gained through our environment?
Is not enlightenment the gold so bright?
fulfilled, returned, as pure, white light?
So goes the famous alchemical tool,
an instruction learned in the mystery school:
"The triune light from white-fire core,
through blue, pink and gold--goes to white once more."
The blue of course is our will rightly used,
and the pink-glow is love's fires infused;
how subtly our love turns to wisdom bright,
as we stand freely changed in pure, white light!
This is the magical fleur d'lis,
the res'recting secret of alchemy;
the choice is ours through the gift of blue fire,
the right to raise up the lesser to higher.
For in this world of great stress and strain,
struggling for reform and social change,
we must find ways to accommodate,
as the changing pace accelerates.
Conflict, pain, tension, crisis and fear,
are signs that transformation is near;
these are the material substance of change,
which natural elements rearrange;
choreographers of the eternal dance,
crystallizing as circumstance;
tapping the vast unconscious ocean,
unclaimed power is set in motion,
activating the intelligence,
bestowed upon man in abundance.
Yet, in this age of great transition,
as all the elements reposition,
never breakdown, but forever breakthrough,
must become a constant point of view.
We must not only confront, but demand,
for destiny deems us to understand,
that ours is the purpose to recognize,
as the lesser and greater harmonize!
"Take dominion", the Divine command,
the fiat given in creation of man;
ours is to hear the word from above,
the Logos descending as the dove,
and take that thoughtform in its course,
of Divine Intelligence from the source,
and integrate it through the soul,
till the parts combine to make a whole.
A higher order we then create,
as science and the arts integrate,
causing thus a paradigm shift,
with understanding as the gift.
Two poles exist in manifestation,
positive and negative ideation;
these opposites when reconciled,
produce a state, a "begotten child".
Stress then leads to transformation,
twin rays conceiving all creation.
As spirit and matter thus converge,
heaven quivers as these forces merge,
in a passionate cosmic love affair,
the Phoenix rises from this pair,
bursting with youthful vitality,
awak'ning the best in humanity.
The Earth, but a stage, where events array,
tests the mettle of men in this way;
cloven tongues of fire-dharma and karma,
both cast and script of this earthly drama.
The reigns of the world in enlightened hands,
could swiftly rebuild eastern lands,
and as pilgrims of freedom, pave the way,
to realization of the new day.
This vision of earth's abundant supply:
with fields ripe for harvest and rivers high,
will manifest plenty and end all greed,
the tyrant will fall as wind fells a reed;
even the existing power elite,
freedom's song has begun to unseat,
for, the bliss of Eden and the garden green,
are alive today in the patriot's dream!
Man, know thyself, as never before,
is the magic key that opens the door,
to the fruits of labor and bliss of dreams,
elixir of heav'n mixed with worldly schemes.
As initiate each aspirant becomes,
an earthly accomplishment is won;
as a fatted calf, the ego is slain,
till a perfect kernel of self remains;
knowing full well the effort required,
as well as the bliss of a moment inspired,
content to lead from the behind the scenes,
inspiring others to fulfill their dreams.