Beyond the yogas of the physical body (Hatha yoga, Dru yoga etc) exist many other yoga forms: Jnana yoga, the yoga of knowledge; Raja yoga, the yoga of wisdom; Bhakti yoga, the yoga of devotion; Karma yoga, the yoga of action; Nada yoga the yoga of sound, to name but a few.  At the apex of all the yogas lords Kavya yoga, the yoga of poetry, the highest form of yogic expression that is.  Yoga, from the Sanskrit means, 'to yoke' or make union with.  In yoga one's yoking is ultimately with the Divine, with All-That-Is, which necessarily includes the Self; thus yoking Oneself with the Divine.  Within the Chinese system, one can think of poetry as a 'Way', or 'Tao',  along which to fare one's path towards the Divine.  Esoterically, the 'Tao' or 'yoga' is the 'Antahkarana' or 'Rainbow Bridge' over which the aspirant crosses to the 'other shore'; from the 'lower' material side of life, through initiations in a process of ascension to the 'higher' spiritual.  I want to say, in parenthesis, that no dualism is meant here - only a polarity of necessity - and everything is good!   On a further esoteric note, it is taught that all elevated creativity is manifested through the Fourth Ray and overseen by the Ascended Master, Paul the Venetian.  For knowledge on the Divine Rays, I refer you to the writings of Alice Bailey: 'A Treatise on the Seven Rays: Vols I-V', Lucis Press Ltd.

My concern in verse is to elicit through the veiled world of physical manifestation the unseen inner spiritual dimensions in which the former finds its essence and very ground of being.  Mine is not a poetry of the 'personality' but of the 'Individuality', or 'Soul' of cosmic life manifest through the Spiritual Hierarchy from the dense mineral kingdom to the Unknowable at the limitless expanses of Godhead.  The playground of my muse is the north eastern Atlantic fringe, that European flank of land-sea-sky ranging from Iceland to the Azores; with special attention to my beloved Scottish stretch: in particular Argyll - the home of my heart!  I was born on the south west Scottish coast at Ayr and remain driven by the Westerlies, the Gulf Stream, sealochs, raised beaches, machairs* and the Devas** that disport themselves in, around and through this geography.  Born on the beach!  The energies, vibrations, ambience, colours, sounds, shapes, textures and forms of the above I endeavour to channel through the words of my verse, which has become an increasingly auditory type of poetry, perhaps better experienced live in performance than read from the page.

*machair (Gael.) - rough meadow in hinterland of a beach.
**Devas (Sk.) - Shining Ones.