A Poem I wrote long ago about one of my favorite masters, Lai Tsi It is actually a song I composed.

Lai Tsi Lai Tsi When you first appeared to me 

Lai Tsi. 

I thought you might well be Just a reflection of a long forgotten memory, 

Lai Tsi. 

But you smiled and winked at me 

Lai Tsi. 

Lai Tsi.............

 Lorena Johnson 

Lai Tsi. lie TSEE The Chinese ECK Master who is the guardian of the Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad on the Saguna Lok, the Etheric Plane, at the Temple of Golden Wisdom in the city of Arhirit. He once served as the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. From A Cosmic Sea of Words: The ECKANKAR Lexicon By Harold Klemp ECK Master Lai Tsi

A Poem I wrote long ago about one of my favorite masters, Lai Tsi It is actually a song I composed. Lai Tsi Lai Tsi When you first appeared to me Lai Tsi. I thought you might well be Just a reflection of a long forgotten memory, Lai Tsi. But you smiled and winked at me Lai Tsi. Lai Tsi............. Lorena Johnson Lai Tsi. lie TSEE The Chinese ECK Master who is the guardian of the Shariyat-Ki-Sugmad on the Saguna Lok, the Etheric Plane, at the Temple of Golden Wisdom in the city of Arhirit. He once served as the Mahanta, the Living ECK Master. From A Cosmic Sea of Words: The ECKANKAR Lexicon By Harold Klemp ECK Master Lai Tsi

My Soul Has wings

My Soul Has Wings

My soul has wings,
and I can fly,
fly like a butterfly.
Dancing in the light
of God's love
I am free!

Set to music
poem and music by Lorena Johnson/Cami

Reverie

Reverie
Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.

A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight

Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.

Lorena Johnson/Cami

Reverie

Twilight folds it's dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness
of earth's vibrant day.

A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay,
gilding its dark water
It's translucence
weaves a slender thread
of golden light
Shining into our souls
to give us second sight

Then reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing hurts of yesterday.

Lorena Johnson/Cami

Sleep

Twilight folds its dusky mantle
on tomorrow's child.
Approaching night
hides the richness of
Earth's vibrant day.
A full moon casts a
silver light
over the open bay.
gilding its dark water.
Showers of transluscience
weaves such splenor
sibilent and bright.
So reposing Heaven
lulls our hearts to rest
in soft reverie's nest,
healing the hurts of yesterday.

Creation

The Creator reached down
through a fathomless abyss.
The act of motion
stirred the beginning of time.
It spread like ripples
on a still pond
when a pebble disturbs
its drowsy subconscious,
spiraling out, out, out
into rings, rings, and rings
of eternity.

Divine creativity
subduing will to love of form.
The Idea!
Infant of God!
Mind upon matter,
the design was born.
Conceived in thought,
destined to immortality.

Lorena Johnson/Cami
written at age 18