Beyond the Bars of Time At times I think of mountains I have climbed High above the seas of ignorance And in the distance saw God's topless peaks Then realize as waking from a trance I have ascended but a modesthill In a long and fateful journey towards the stars, A hill that any healthy child could climb, And I though marked with many battle scars In a field of life from fiercely fought campaigns Have not achieved the first essential aim, A mind of calm that bears the blows of fate A vital that the soul has yet to tame, A body unawakened to its role A heart whose rapture now is laced with pain, The glorious surrender not

I Was Made I was made to leap Over the vault of stars, Across the sunlit bars, But not to fall asleep. I was made to sing Not sorrow's dirge-like songs Bemoaning human wrongs, Of a diviner thing. I was made to know Transcending mortal mind Knowledge of soul-kind Towards which I must grow. I was made to toil Not for self alone, For all and yet for One On this eternal soil. I was made to see Not with this failing sight Enamoured

Silent by the Samadhi January, 10, 2003 Today among white lotuses were strewn The jasmine, the hibiscus and the rose. Beneath the pale and opalescent moon I saw the sorrowed past behind us close And stood among a thousand pilgrim feet Who worshipped in a still and sacred place Beneath the Tree's protecting limbs to meet The soul and bear the touch of God's embrace Or solace find awhile from earthly pains, To still the traffic of the mind and cease All separateness and pull of ancient strains, The loss of love to death, the loss of peace, And silen

On Looking at Sulamith Wülfing^s Paintings.htm On Looking at Sulamith Wulfing's Paintings Here I lived among the Knights Templar And she who is my wife reigned as my queen, It seemed that truth and right were clearer then, We dressed in blue and rode the fields of green To battle for a higher principle And on our banners God the shining Cause. Life was simpler and the evil known, Malignant, dark and treacherous, a force To be confronted, vanquished from our midst And honour the seal of sanctity in man. Nature the close companion of our days Supported us in her divine elan, Respect and charity were inbred traits, We wove our cloth and garlanded the fai

Haiku for Nur Amelia Swaying gently A lithe palm tree She moves, a song of symmetry.

All Tragedy Shall Expunge Now the tired world winds slowly on, Troubled turns to numbing apathy Circling like a blind automaton Drowned in violence and tragedy Amid the silent vagaries of space. The killing-fields of earth whose blood-red stain Perpetuate our animal disgrace And all the sorrowful centuries of pain. Is there a place beyond the reach of death Where mind's rule is meaningless to soul And body filled with an enamoured breath Divine walks on to its immortal goal. The rose of God that quickens now our air All tragedy shall expunge and all despair.

The Strophes of Destiny Somewhere in the soul-travelling days And in the gleam of youth, I lost the song, Tragic, it was my avenue of praise And yet I cannot say I followed wrong The call of flowers fragrant in that morn To labour in the deep red earth of God When Auroville in human hearts was born And the higher with the lower angels sparred. Truly I cannot say the music ceased For in my mind eternal melodies Recur and hymns and choruses have seized My spirit and those stellar harmonies Resound in moments when the calm descends And all the nervous being in me stilled, The chaos of the worldly cycle ends And in the sil

Recipient of Grace We look across the seasons of our years And muse upon the things we might have done, Our sweetest recollections end in tears As death awaits, the last oblivion. We open wide the windows of our grief Yet shuttered in our memory remains The passing of souls as falls the blood-red leaf, Life tainted now by sorrow's purple stains. The inertia of defeat drags us down. Caught between the future and the past The present is a cloud rudely blown By fate, and all life's treasures we've amassed Seem but a tally summing up to nought. Unsteady our feet on an uncertain path, We must disavow the legacy of thought, Quell

The Ashram^s Sanctity.htm The Ashram's Sanctity The days before me pass as faceless soldiers at parade As seasons of the soul are passing through my blinkered sight. Rivers of my consciousness flow from sun to shade As I journey in the wilderness to oceans of delight. I have an understanding with the creatures of the soil And bow in adoration as they gather round to eat, On living boughs the singers watch, their song I shall not spoil, The vibratory joy of earth is felt beneath my feet Slowing now as she prepares her deep and holy sleep A pilgrim on the endless road to self-discovery Prepare my spirit's journey and the promise I must keep Returning to the vastnes

Transcendent God How long before the doors so tightly sealed Against the Presence and the force of Love, The shuttered windows of the mind shall yield To Light's descent and bliss revealed above. When shall the sorrow of the world abate And oneness tie the tattered threads of dreams, A harmony beyond to consecrate And to the seas of God unite the streams Of life that run in narrow rivulets Or flow meandering through sunless plains And in our rushing fantasies forgets The source and substance of the soul's domains, A heart that widens consciou