His 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 wept. Many the moments when the heart invokes Thy name To touch these centres still involved in night, Make all my life a paean to Thee, O Lord, En

ASPIRATIONS 1. Thou art beauty's child and walkst Within Her glowing robe of Light. Ignorance unveiled, thou shalt find Fulfilment at Thy Master's feet. For all these roads our labour treads Suffice to bring us near still In silence to the golden door. His eyes of stillness gather all Into Her vast immense embrace. 2. O speak to me so quietly of sounds That come from other spheres and joyously We shall lay down our lives at Mother's Feet.

Internecine Battle-The Attack at Bharat Nivas And shall the years reward this senseless tryst Whose blinded conflict caused divinity's tears Wept through the crippled coronas of vacuous mist, The invalid dreams of sun-steeped ego years? Moth-dreams in the chrysalis of night Fear-temples studded with ego-based reliefs. Evil disguised as a servant of the light, A city at birth to be shocked with sudden griefs. An edifice of spired vanity Cupolas to the great inconscient creed The parody of crowned humanity,

Call of the Soul I have failed to see in the darkness the ray of Thy immanent coming, And the sound passed me by of thy flute as I walked by Thy notes tender calling. Words too, their force spent on deaf ears tuned to pain and life's needs ever pressing, Far have I trod on death's road while Thy hand held my soul in its blessing. Guide of the spectrum supreme may my head touch the dust of Thy footsteps, I worship at the fount of Thy love and the path of Thy Truth-light descending, Awaken the flame of the heart and kindle renewed

Remembrance of Thy Gaze All beautiful is that Thou hast touched Or looked upon or fleeting, passed; Eyes tearful now once held Thy gaze, A sun-burst of infinity's vast. Walled centuries surround the thought, Syllogisms of desire's role; Life's yearning buds await the day When the growing branch shall flower soul.

Singer's Prayer I.htm Singer's Prayer In prone obeisance to furies wild Who wrack the frame with pain, dread fever's child, Are sleeping now the pillared harmonies That vowed to sound in cadence with the seas. Storm-nights and tempest-mornings moored in Thee, Though conscious not, half-drugged through dream I see Above, the shadow gaunt aloof, away, And yet I am the player and the play. I am music writing on the page I am the harp untuned as yet, the Mage Has hardly with his instrument begun, Before the song's set free Thou must be won.

CITY MUTE . . . City mute: though thousandfold stirrings, Subterranean architects, chrysolites, Dreamers, builders, treading soil of reddened dust From which shall spring, unaccountably To outward eyes, the myriad whole, Teeming with joy and delight, To grace the body of our Mother, Earth, For whom They came to build The structure of a superhuman life, Crown of this cradle of divinity, Matrimandir of Their Light, The Light of Her who treads with tranquil feet Untouched, unharmed, this perilous globe, And Him whom all the ages called

Inner Music A sound above our singing calls, A flute in night's lament, A secret bearing pure delight And deep divine intent.

Faith Momentary illumination Light on Shisham trees Remembrance of Mira's face Childhood of incense and candles Dawn of Auroville's grace. Webs of confusion abound Fiercely the darkness surrounds Acts - in an age of disgrace Chaos replacing the sounds Of peace with Hell's procreations. Where rises the soul's dominion? In the being Divinity's stansion, Man perfect, fulfilled in creation? Who shall enter the Guest of the mansion And the hour of oneness embrace. Music through my spirit's sleeping

The Flower, 'Gratitude'.htm The Flower, 'Gratitude' To bring Her gratitude that would survive The solar stillness, bear the burnt clay road From Auroville to the room of the parent sun. Might from my hands a force of strength abide And fill thy buds and swiftly withered blooms That in man's hands last not the faintest hour, Revive, yet more, imbue my being's flame And place thee in the lilies of Her hands, My life there placed, my soul within thee cupped, To make eternity thine by Her smile of love, And all thy buds to swell, thy branches bow, Thy blossoms quiver with the remembered touch An