Battleground Elemental forces o'er quixotic Nature reign Conquistadors and generals are pages of their pain. They sport and kill with foaming face and quick chaotic hand And man unconscious plays their game of havoc on his land. A day will come when wakened we will watch with lidless eyes And halt the play that intervenes twixt earth's and heaven's skies.

Ashram Courtyard When in the whispering womb of night I call to Thee Madonna of Light Thou comest I know but seldom I feel Thy presence on my blinded sight. Too gross this weakling instrument To know communion and content, But prayer in me would fain reveal The impress of the godhead's seal. A song within continues me Though these lips can utter scarce a sound A bridge of light by an ashok* tree I climb the steps... and peace is found.

Thy Touch Remembered One day in my youth a glimpse of eternity came And pierced me in the contact of Thy gaze. It stands a monument of gathered light A force-field filled with all Thy lambent rays. The instant when thou leaned and touched this flesh And the strands of thy silver hair were softly pressed Between thy fingers and my burning breast, Such joy recalled, the psychic being blessed. Often now the heart invokes Thy name To touch these centres still involved in night, Make all my life a paean to Thee, O Lord, Enfold my soul in all Thy calm delight.

Prayer of the Aspiring Soul Dec. 3, 1969 Let me with a heart of boundless joy, O Radiance offering all I am within, Without, above, allow this sapling self To flow to Thee in waves of boundless love Then shall the heart's devotion in me grow. My adoration turn into new song, Enfold me in thy calm and sacred peace, Fill this frame dynamic with living light, Beacon to me the eternal immutable ray. Permit me to see in all Thy Face and Form. Accept the yearning blossom from the tree And still the lonely tempest that is me.

Yearning As laden clouds in this far land Descend and pour then pass again, So with thy touch so long withheld Till all my soul to Thee shall bend.

Child-Soul in a Time of Terror Sad smiling eyes that scarce could comprehend The Drama and the Music and the Dance When fear lay hidden in a hill of sand And terror in a smile and friendly glance.

Lonely Flame As burns a lonely flame in Night Assailed by winds of doubt and fear And sees alone its lonely shadow Casting circles faint and pale, No comrade light within its scope To gain admittance widening The frail and meagre flickering-- The faithful know the awesome truth Of Night's descending dreadful dark When the soul that is once touch by Light Must cross those portals, the doors of death, And face the reign of blackness square And know the saving Hands are there While silent sinks the grasping past.

By the Samadhi Here shall I leave my restlessness and slow The cordoned movements meted out as life. Awhile in my body close by thy body divine I'll leave discordant memories below. Here where the seeker finds peace and the burdened uplift, I'll ask not Lord, but all to thy Godhead bring forth, Place my harmonies first, my soul's vibrant chords, On the winds of thy love set my innermost being adrift. Last would I summon divisions that bar me from Thee, Part the waves of emotio

A Vision of the Divine Mother I watch Her as she moves on timeless feet, Soundless Her steps these seeking souls to meet Gold-toned waves around her face descending Couchant lions ever watchful tending.

All is He I look at him and he at me Between us an eternity Of love enveloping all life. There is no more the ancient strife Dividing worlds of man and beast, One the greater, one the least, For in the morning's rays I see The impress of divinity, Knowing now that all is He Unravel the ageless mystery.