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Finding the Soul
Sept. 14, 2014
And in that silence I in silence dwelt.
Time fled, the days, the weeks, the lonely hours,
Immersed in peace by the Samadhi knelt
Surrounded by the fragrance of the flowers,
The incense spires rising in the night,
Pounding of the sea against the shore,
The raucous crows ready to take flight;
All this I too experienced, but more,
An offering of self as one alone
Meets a vastness, hears a voice within,
A being from far births yet faintly known,
Saying, "Discard the vain idea of sin,
For deep in you is hid the holy grail.
Finding the soul life's mission cannot fail."
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2014/The Great and Luminous Door.htm
The Great and Luminous Door
June 13, 2014
Pain lingers long, forever some would say,
Secures a special place within the heart
Opens on night and closes out the day.
However hard we try it will not depart.
Are we not more than sentiment and sighs
Of longing for a time when calm shall rule,
I cannot believe that something in us dies
With each unconscious act as Nature's tool.
I believe - within my soul - I know,
That only love can erase the sorrowed past.
The more we are able to love the more we grow
Becoming love, unlimited and vast
In which all errors are erased, all sins
Transformed, a modicum of peace attaine
Another Spring
September 22, 2014
To see the newness springing from the earth
Is joy beyond all reckoning
As I return to welcome by the flowers
And greet the advent of another Spring.
Can gratitude accumulate in force
As wonderment increases walking by
Each new blossom brilliantly unveiled,
A feast of Nature to the awakened eye.
When first I saw the hyacinths, a child
Enraptured by fragrance I seemed to hear them say
"We are the pride of beauty, admire us,
Kneel young soul, and join us as we pray
And listen to the symphony of light,
For in the seed there waits the yearning bloom,
The bud prepares the fi
Open the Heart
June 5, 2014
I witness the turbulence of designing mind,
Its vain desires, its striving to achieve.
What brought us here, what secret still to find
Hidden through the years in which we weave
Our empty dreams beneath an indifferent sky.
How do we reach in our allotted years
The destined place, the seat of sanctity
From which is banished all our human fears,
Where frustrate hopes and human longings turn
Towards prayer and aspiration of the soul,
The easy path of satisfactions spurn
When looms before us the eternal goal.
The days are dwindling down, can we awake
To beauty on this hallowed field of life,
Open
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2014/In the Silence of My Soul.htm
In the Silence of My Soul
May 6, 2014
Because I cannot see you now should doubt
Allow the flame you lit it me burn out,
Obliterate the Presence I could feel
In moments when the Grace would softly steal
Upon me in the vastness of the night.
Must I await the advent of a light
That burns away the veils I chose to wear
Refusing to surrender to your care.
The road is long but why else are we here
For with each day I feel you drawing near
And in the silence of my soul I wait
For you alone on whom I meditate.
O Moon
September 13, 2014
Hanging there in your ethereal dress
White against the stellar blue of space
Poet’s muse and lover’s last lament
When haunted by the beauty of a face;
Has man defiled you with his heavy feet
Trampling boldly on your sacred dust
To learn the secrets you have hidden well
In his insatiable conquering lust.
And yet who can defile your mystic spell
The reflection of your enigmatic smile
Waxing, waning through the solar years
Bear with us impatient men awhile
For soon a new-born sun will grace our days
And lover and beloved will sing your praise.
Resource name: /E-Library/Disciples/Narad/English/Poems by Narad/Poems_2014/All Living Things Complete.htm
All Living Things Complete
April 6, 2014
If I could meet thee not alone in trance
Look on thy perfect beauty, the romance
Of life, the music that was born in me
Would sing and sorrow could no longer be.
The earth is thine of that my soul is sure
And being thine will once again be pure,
Her lands, her lakes, her seas, her skies, pristine
Her body radiant, apparelled in green,
Her austere mountain peaks of solitude
Her rivers and plains all wondrously renewed
To welcome once again your lotus feet
And thy touch of love all living things complete.
The Dawn
September 15, 2014
I knew her once in olden times
When stars had just begun to flame
I chanted odes upon her name
In sun-bright worlds, in gentler climes.
Where is she now the heart would know
When the soul of me is lost and lone
And yet I sense she has not gone
For in my dreams to her I go.
The senselessness of warring days
Seems to eclipse the new-born light
But those blessed with the inner sight
Live in wonder, kneel in praise.
They see what our unsighted eyes
Or minds by ego-sated greed,
The flower bursting from the seed,
The dawn that fills with joy the skies.
Songs as Yet Unsung
March
21, 2014
I sawsorrowclinging
to an aged face
And beauty dimmed through the long dying years,
A body so bowed there lingered not a trace
Of former beauty but the scarring tears
Of hopelessness consigned to welcome death.
Then I saw children filled with inner light
Expressive of soul’s joy with every breath
Who lived with wonder and the daring flight
To unknown worlds where beauty lives and Grace
Is benefactor of our earthly days.
I saw the new-born of a coming race
And knelt before a cradle filled with praise,
The Avatars I met of a golden age
In a Pondicherry Ashram by the sea,
Enveloping
Release the Past
May 16, 2014
I see before me as in a waking dream
A face once known but lost through spinning time
How long, I wonder before we meet again
As through unremembered births we slowly climb
The golden stairway through the realms of space
To rest, perhaps to recollect the past,
Our insufficiencies and wayward turns,
The dreams of youth that could not hope to last,
The melodies we brought from other spheres
The fragrances of love, the taste of bliss,
The triumphs and tears of adolescent years.
How long I wonder before we can transform
These houses of clay that soon return to dust
To build the temple for a form