This House of God Gathered, this house of God we dedicate, Renew the offering that called us here, Our life, our love, ourselves to consecrate That we may draw the eternal Presence near. To fashion of this being made of clay, This soul within the earthly flesh to grow Aware at every moment that the way Of transformation is through Her, to go With lightened hearts, strengthened wills serene, Silent with a faith unmoved through all To become the future She alone has seen Her children join, responding to the Call.

Seeker's Prayer.htm Seeker's Prayer - Jan 19, 1973 Let not the fleeting years pass by And I a slave, the same rounds dance Wedded to fated destiny. From thy heart of love let fly A epoch transforming wonder-force That I may be thine eternally. Now dawns the crucial, final goal And all must fail or sudden rise I have held a mirror to my soul. What yet lies hidden now display That all my parts might coalesce And in silence hew the mystic wa

Enroute - Bangalore to Auroville Jan. 24, 1973 I wait upon the ending of an age That has eyed destruction, birth and life and death Ten thousand ways repeated, and still the veil Yet hardly shed though we have walked so far. Who through the stillness calls and who replies? Am I the answer or must I answer give? And how reply in silence or in flame Of soul that rises free in wonder-fire. Close by my listing heart two voices speak. I hear and heed the One, then retrogress To travel paths of senseless habits worn By the countless tread of d

Matrimandir Gardens - June 29, 1973 1. It beckons, I come. I approach, it recedes. Calling me ever deeper Into my soul it proceeds. It is there above me And I feel its air, A manifest vision of Thee A garden of light so fair. Where delicate bowers Of earth's finest stone Set in the dream-fields of flowers, Midst jasmines and creepers full-blown. Immersed in the life-sense Of flora and seed, Touching their symbols, their essence, Vib

Song - August 12, 1973 How can the singer sing thee In the silence that bears no sounds How shall the dancer dance thee Where only stillness surrounds? This morn I am wont to call thee Yet knowing thee deep within No prayer from these lips can issue And yet a prayer breaks in; A prayer for a song of rejoice From form that is thy form, From voice that is thy voice Breaking the light from the storm.

Prayer after Mother left Her body Prayer of the Soul - Nursing Home - 2 In moments alone when the cloud-bursts of God Thunder upon me pouring their rain I glimpse the being I am and must be. From the surging silence of a cosmic heart Wells the mighty cry, "Be done, Cast off smallness, temptation's lures, Choose the path for the tread of kings. Come to my Love as a flaming sword Piercing the heavens, tempered by the earth, Steeled in the disciplines yoga demands   ̶ A warrior weapon of my sun-bright days, Forged in my Presence, invincib

I Have Seen Her (Nursing Home).htm I Have Seen Her October 3, 1973 Nursing Home I have seen Her on the borders of my life And waited in the still and blissful shrine Sceptic when She entered through my heart And the mystic passage cleaved for the Divine. I knew then, I know now, yet test and test again That subtle entry winging on the call When all these strings of self would tune to Her And no discordant note could sound at all. Perhaps the hem of Her joyous raiment touches For I feel above the flow and flux, a flame, A joy press on the shell and hid within A corresponding

Beyond the Confines of the Mind Like a circus acrobat my tumbled mind Repeats the movements of forgotten lives, A well-trained juggler of too-familiar thoughts It seeks control of the form in which it thrives. The lower nature is a grappling beast Ravenous, impossible to please, Insatiable its appetite's demands We cannot mollify nor appease. Only when we rise above ourselves Its hunger can constrain, its energies, Its excessive hold on us begins to pall And from its nether pulls attain release. Hope not by force these darker needs to cease For struggle brings not lasting calm nor peace, We must abjure this 'sel

The Lord's Transfiguring Kiss.htm The Lord's Transfiguring Kiss In the mysterious hour of rose and purple sky Faint as a sigh when borne upon the breeze, Dusk arrived, the calm to amplify And settled, drifting down through silent trees. All the green and vivid growth in light Slowly sinking into eve's embrace Vanished from the realm of mortal sight And left a lovely fragrance in its trace. Darkness took its hold in strange delight And from its bed of soft creative ease Like spangles on the velvet cloak of night Issued forth its star-struck melodies. Choruses of cries disrupting peace Their raucous calls resound from limb to limb A symphony atonal w

Love^s Transforming Seed.html Love's Transforming Seed The golden-winged flit through the trees, The cuckoo echoes in the vales, The wind sings timeless melodies As my ship of soul forward sails. Green is the world, green on green A thousand shades delight the eye Through cloudless skies a vision seen Of an unfailing destiny Where earth the centrepiece for God Through the infinity of space Is like a great divining rod Calling souls to find a race Free of ego, free of guilt, Above the clutching hands of greed A dwelling place the Lord has built And planted love's transforming seed.