For Mary Helen She Has Travelled Long Towards the Light It was not as if we two were souls estranged Living in uncomfortable ease, That distance felt when inner fires changed To cooling embers dying by degrees. We were both flames and flaming did embrace The challenge that our fate had firmly sealed, For we had gazed upon the Mother's face And knew our secret souls by Her revealed. We sought to weld the hidden links of love Not even mighty death could hope to break In a mystic union sanctioned from above We loved the more for the Beloved's sake. Now she has left, a final breath at dawn Though t

Deep Wells of Gratitude There are moments in our lives that capture years And years that pass in an unknowing haze, A look, a wakening glance and light appears Where darkness seem to fill the endless days. A touch, a smile can wake the sleeping soul Or sound that resonates through body's walls And suddenly is filled the empty bowl Within the breast; a golden silence falls On man, miraculous, a bliss of peace Envelopes all, sanctifies and heals, The path is clear, hurdles vaulted with ease, A stealth of joy across the landscape steals. In earth we recognize the sacred place Predestined as the habitat of God Life and l

The Depths of Human Grief Late have I seen the depths of human grief, A sorrowful tableau before my eyes, A stalwart soul now drifting as a leaf, His storm-racked heart to all who listen cries: "Seven years I still cannot release The bonds of memory that bind me tight. For me there is no calm, no deep surcease, I grieve the day and am assailed by night. To all who come I re-enact the years When bliss and beauty came enclasped by love. I saw so clearly then, life held no fears, Our joys entwined the fragrant seasons wove Into immortal tapestries of light. And now I set a table for her soul Who watches my days depart in t

Behind the Mirrored Surfaces So clear the mirror of my days. Every imperfection's mote, Each errant thought that enters stays The clear and calm descending note Of peace that long I've striven for. I look and see a stranger's face Or recognize a visage poor That greets me with a worn embrace. Anger and impatience glow Like torches in a brilliant sky But hidden is the solemn slow Progression of the deity. I wonder at this pristine glass That lets me view the outward soul But not the God behind the crass Embodiment outgrown its role. To be like a serpent that sheds its skin And slough off old encumbrance

Mother^s Devotee - For Dyumanbhai.htm Mother's Devotee - For Dyumanbhai The other day in the morning mail I received a catalogue of books And then remembered Ved Prakash's tale. If one could tell the soul by outward looks Then on page one the photo of Dyumanbhai, That inner smile witnessing a scene Far off of peace, a light within the eye That held a wisdom we can only glean From scraps of world-experience or dream Or sometimes feel as from a height above, Compassionate in flow, a widening stream, The opening to avenues of love. "Our Dyumanbhai loved you very much", He said, then poured a rain of psychic tears As I had rarely wept before, a touch

Ashram Visit The backlit leaves translucent as the flowers Shimmer above the shining silver lake. Soon my days will shorten into hours For the spirit's journey I must undertake, Reluctantly depart the falling year And the colour-burdened beauty that I love For the hour of my soul draws near And the call to consciousness towards which I move. The birds alight to eat the ripened fruit And a warbler spins his dreams of spring In silver chords as from a silver lute. Earth now fulfilled in multi-hued offering Soon will sleep and late I will return

Being Robed in Light There must be light, light, and more light, Light to swallow, light in which to bathe, Light that eats the cancer and the blight Of mind blindly groping for a faith Lost to increasing decibels of life That can no longer hear, no longer see Nor hold its centre in the human strife That marks the brother as the enemy. There must be peace, peace, peace to ease The pain of inhumanity that sears And blinds the mystic eye that oversees God's birth recur through the uncounted years And life evolve from cell and germ through stone, And in the plant blossom in delight, Through animal to man and one who is known

Conferees of Grace The ruby night sparkles with silver and gold, The car is warm, protected from the cold And the roadways of our dreaming lead us home To a haven of safety beneath a star-pierced dome. The tires hum a hypnotic lullaby As the mountains of our childhood pass us by And we are safe in a moulded tin cocoon. But when the night shall yield again to noon Might we recall a wistful melody Or richly wrought plaintive harmony That moved the soul to wake from its long sleep The bridges of our ignorance to leap As visions passed before the inner eye Of former lives and future destiny. In childhood'

Unearth Divinity Hast thou left a token of thy presence here Perhaps the perfume of an evening flower Or in these rooms once beautiful now drear A last imprint of love in that dark hour Of pain when one could hear the walls cry out In agony as the dreaded Shade drew near. As an automaton I move about Alone in the weeping gardens of yesteryear. The baleful moan of the mourning dove Plays counterpoint to the warbler's trill Summer's heat upon us and the rough Cacophony of crows; high and shrill The red hawks circle screeching out their cry And the fledglings by their mothers led. As thunder-heads, majestic, fill the sky, A down

No Shade of Night Still am I moved by inward things And have no need of fancy's dreams Lost in mental wanderings, For this world's imperfection seems But a half-step from divinity. The instantaneous results Reported so importantly, Of murderous and vengeful cults, Religious superiority Condescending to all outside, The unquestionable sanctity Of dogma's sacred, rigid pride Are wayward moments in a plan Transcending bounds of human thought, A destiny divine for man That but in silence can be caught When all is stilled and luminous, The word of truth by grace revealed Above life's driving animus To eyes and ea