Executrix of the Soul's Deepest Needs They worshipped him as God, longed to be his Who housed within himself eternal peace An avatar of sweetness pouring bliss Upon this world that beauty might not cease To live on earth and in the heart of man. She came to share his visionary deeds The Mother-force who toiled since time began, Executrix of the soul's deepest needs Supreme descended here all ills to bear And hew the path supreme, the sunlit way, To conquer death, slay evil in its lair, Bringer of dawn and the transforming day, Transmute by love our darkness and despair.

Dream of Blue There is nothing special in an autumn crocus, I can see it in your eyes and in your stance, This violet chalice with anthers of powdered gold Is hardly worth to you a second glance. I ask you to come closer and look deep Into the mystery unfolding here But your mind has raced ahead to other things; I drink alone from the cup of the waning year. How fleeting are the days as beauty flees Across the landscape of the busy mind. Let me not speak to you of daffodils, Asters or chrysanthemums that find Their way into my too-full heart this hour As frost and chill bite deep into the skin, Or how I work in wonder and deligh

Thy Children Call No longer hide behind the veil O Lord, the world cries out to thee, Though we struggle and though we fail We heed thy call, "Remember me". From the chrysalis of ignorance Emerge thou say'st and know and be, But in this world of fate and change The night seems an eternity And day but little time to grow Into the image we adore, O come sweet Mother and teach us how To love and serve thee evermore.

Promise November 17, 2010 Love that lingers as the petals fall From the fragrance of these blossoms sings to me, All sweetness centred in a golden cup Attracting as it does the honey bee So too my soul responding to its the call. My life is like the lily's, swaying free, Caressed by sun and wind I grow with ease, To the light above me ever looking up, A perfume scattered by a gentle breeze Guides my footsteps through eternity. I chance the winding way, the downward slope Yet One who sees my erring steps returns To the sunlit path my soul, and all renews. There is a fire that deep within me burns, And though for beauty and truth I

Attend the Inner Task I cannot seem to look Among my spirit's leaves Beyond sorrow's book, M heart, my soul. still grieves. Three years, three months, three weeks, And soon I'll add three days, For you my being seeks As I wend the lonely ways. To live when love is fled In some vast firmament; I cannot know the dead, My energy is spent. What holds me here I ask, And hear a faint reply, "Attend the inner task Be calm and ask not why For only by the light Growing now within Will the canopy of night Be lifted to begin The work of future years. Surrender will bring peace, An ending to all tears,

Open the Doors of Wonder April 1, 2012 Open the doors of wonder And the casements of shuttered night Let break upon the wakening soul A vision bathed in light. Release from the grasp of darkness These human forms trodden down By the pain of otherness That God may spring full-grown From these transient houses built of clay. That we may kneel and see With opened inner sight On earth the living form of thee.

The Transformations of the Night The wild grape twining through the forest's heart, The sudden quail, a beat of thunderous wings Escaping from the stealthy questing hounds And the too-weak goldfinch, faster than the eye Caught in the talons of the silent hawk. Each day I witness death succumb to life And life run headlong into the arms of death. I see the cycle even in myself And recognize the deepest need of change. I wake from sleep that is the near death, Half-conscious in nocturnal realms I move Through worlds peopled with forms that if awake I would shudder at but here am unafraid, Distant lands the spirit soars to find.

The Golden Rays of Dawn Each year the dawn of Auroville grows bright With promise as we look toward the morn, Throwing back the curtains of the night To gaze upon the golden rays of dawn. Gathered in the silent morning, still And focused on the need for unity We seek the measure of that Guiding Will As its symbol rises from the Bengal sea. We must realize the Oneness that we are And in the silence feel the vast descent Of God; the hour is no longer far For the veil of falsehood now is rent And all that we have longed-for is come near. Warriors we, shall face the brightening year With courage and our hearts no longer fea

Saints and Seers Look now upon these lives so deeply lived Immortal robed in our mortality; As the lanterns of their souls were lit To chase the darkness from these troubled days That break upon the flood of endless time. They summoned peace into earth's restless field Where truth and love and light are rarely seen. We are the finite of an infinity That moves us towards a purpose vast and free; Though we are jerked as marionettes on strings Puppets of an unseen force of fate, Moved by the karma of long-forgotten deeds And rage against our own iniquities Delight is the close companion of our days. In this still hour when night begi

O Hear the Voice Soon shall we hear the interweave of sound Unheard before and melodies of light To chase the darkness from the hallowed ground Relieve the earth oppressed by death and night. For music from the higher planes come down Shall waken in the heart forgotten song And when the spectral presences have flown Peace will descend for which our spirits long, And love shall sing from this our human choir In hearts desirous of the grace supreme As golden chords struck on a golden lyre Flowing as a clear untroubled stream. O hear the voice that sings through leaf and flower And in the waves that yearn towards the shore Upon t