For Mother Inscribe the Wonder That Is You Oct. 22, 2005 Gather all my childhood toys, Toss them far beyond the stars, Grief the eater of my joys Desire with its thousand scars, Take the smallness of my state, My limited parochial view Erase them from this living slate, Inscribe the wonder that is you, The creation you have laboured for And sacrificed your life that love Might enter through the heart's closed door A

Looking Within March 12, 2012 Could the doors of the soul once opened close again Or is this darkness but the working out Of a conscious force behind its protecting veil? As I look into the mirror of my soul Behind the dust of centuries I see A brilliant glass reflecting the truth of me And the future that was promised and shall be. Long though the purifying years, I wait Patiently the hour of release From all that inhibited my growth, the pain Of separation and of separateness. Now the word from unseen heights descends Into the waiting heart

The Symbol Life I am an intoxicant of time And watch the flower resting in its seed, The hours pass, the days, the centuries; Long ago my longing ceased, my need To press upon the world a signature. I am a lute with a few vibrant strings Or a flute the winds blow lightly on my stops, Many an ancient voice within me sings The songs my soul once heard, familiar strains Of birth and death and conquests long ago, For I am an inebriate of love, A vessel into which the forces flow To fill me with a salutary wine. I shall be here when planets fall to dust, I am the symbol life, the pulsing sign, To make of me divine is Heaven's tru

Strange Dreams June 30, 2011 These strange dreams that come to me in sleep Intent to disturb tranquillity and rest, Are they come as one's own lessoners to teach Or lower forces sent the soul to test. Weird associations in my life, Unknown to outward self, unseen And yet they are not foreign to my thought. From these nightly visions can I glean Some knowledge of the subtle worlds behind The disconnected images that pass As occult threads that linger a

The Angels The thoughtful angel of the night will know The lands to which my soul in sleep must go To bathe in their regenerating streams Turn consciousness to visionary dreams. The silent angel of the Self shall lift My spirit carefully, I shall not drift In nether worlds where demons of the deep Will steal the peace that covers me in sleep. The angel guardian ever at my side Will keep nocturnal watch and I shall ride Through golden realms and climb the golden stair And the Mother meet in all Her glory there.

Visions from Distant Spheres I have a few poems left in me. Close by the candle's flame I write Of thoughts that live eternally And love that died one lovely night, Another just as the sun arose. Having been no father, held no son Bawling from the shock of birth, I cannot talk of fatherhood Or meditate on battles won Upon the bloody turf of earth. How then shall my voice add or bring New songs to men unlike the old Unless my soul leap out and sing Of visions gathered from the far And distant spheres of frozen space Where it knew the name o

Child-Soul Sad smiling eyes that scarce could comprehend The Drama and the Music and the Dance When fear lay hidden in a speck of sand And terror in a smile and backward glance.

Auroville Haiku All this day Smiles of strangers Warm me as the Indian sun. Red earth roads, Golden discs And gardens hanging in the air. I see children, Children of children Whose parents were my juniors then. Weathered stones, Rocklike handshakes Forged in the Auroville sun. Out of the red-clay Laterite How silently the forest springs.

Three Haiku Nearer now The mountain peaks That seemed so distant in my youth. I look on things With wondrous eyes As the newborn fawn perceives the world. Friend of my soul And Mother's child Your love turns back the press of time.

The Matrimandir Chamber A perfect crystal on a golden base, The future of the world is centred here I see the fire glow in every face And feel the day and hour drawing near. All is white on white, the marble hall, The columns towering towards the skies, The carpet where the feet of pilgrims fall, A force-field of supernal energies. A vibratory silence fills all space As subtle light bathes the souls who come To this the offered spirit's meeting place, To rendezvous with God in Her Great Home.