Advancing Light An ill-defined and dull miasmic cloud Now hangs its dolour as a winding shroud Upon the beauty of the sun-bright soul, Obscuring light, appears a gaping hole. A void of deepest night before me yawns. Where now the beauty of those early dawns Of youth in love, to live the greatest bliss And happiness transparent as a kiss? Empty are the days now she is gone, Death has come, the dreadful deed is done, Yet on this burning truth I meditate, The bond of love is stronger than our fate. I stand beside the sea as once before To hear a voice across an unknown shore That speaks to me in wave on rushing wave A song melodi

Song of Freedom What can we know of freedom who are bound As if by tungsten threads or chains of fate To habits and desires blindly seen And motived movements miniscule or great. As through a window in a speeding train We watch the scenes of life go streaking by And realize that mid our hopes and dreams A witness-self within sends forth a cry For peace upon the ravaged heart of time. The free are those who have surrendered all The pettiness of man's mechanic ways, Who answered to the spirit's subtle call Awakened from the drowse of ignorance, Attuned to rhythms in a vaster air, Whose lives took the irreversible step And of t

O Mother O Mother raise this body from its sleep, For the night of unremembering is long And I a sacred rendezvous must keep With One who is the author of my song. O Mother lift the veil that shades these eyes, Reveal Thy golden luminosity That my soul may wake and waking swiftly rise To break the karmic shackles binding me. O Mother tear the knowledge from this mind And all its faulty certitude of thought Illusive peace so difficult to find Instil in me and calm so vainly sought, For I have seen the sacred fire blaze And meditated at Thy lotus feet. I bore the diamond brilliance of Thy gaze And in Thy presence know my life co

The Future Race Plastic flowers strewn on lifeless graves, An artificiality of grief And memories enclosed within the tomb, Forgotten as the falling of a leaf When spring arrives in her dress of green And song-filled breasts delight the fragrant air, Returning life and hope-filled days begun, Forgotten now the roots of our despair. For we have lived and died a thousand times, Our bones in ancient cities turned to dust, A few remembered for the gifts they gave Most like outworn instruments to rust Or fade as sunlight piercing through a glass Reduces all to drab or burns to ash The record of our few and paltry deeds And crumbs

If Once - To Dudley and Sharlet Warner 7/8/02 If once our hearts could hold eternal spring Yet bear the beauty of an endless fall, Know summer as the spirit's flowering, In winter's silence meet the tranquil All, If we could winnow truth from falsehood's field, See evil's face evolving into good, To some high source our inner darkness yield, Taste joy and sorrow as an equal food, If we could calm the restless shores of mind And bridge with light the gulfs of ignorance, Approaching Truth the mystic answers find And God in every seeming play of

Outer Gardens The Eucalypts of aromatic leaf, Their patterned trunks a riot of pastels, And Flame-trees burning in the torrid sky, Enchanted spots where through the hidden dells Spirit-voices call to us in prayer. The Copper-Pods a yellow sea at dawn Rising in swells above their beds of green, A lone voice sings of joy that is new-born And vestal choirs chant among the trees Harmonies that sound upon our strings, A music from the far antipodes And melodies that hymn familiar things. The orange lamps of Brownea in prayer, As Cassia's golden chains so lightly sway Whose sweet perfume enchants the languid air Call the gods descen

Winter Haiku - Scroll II Winter kills. Why then this gay Riot and revelry of leaves? Freezing rain The blackened trees Blacker still with cawing crows. A final rose Rimed with ice Laughs in winter's frozen hands. The first frost Persimmon fruits Like orange lanterns light my way.

Across the Nether Lands of Night The poets speak to such as us, With high-pitched voice and eyes a-gleam Or resonant, mellifluous, And through their recitations stream Truths on our prosaic world, Timeless visions of inner sight. Their words like sparkling gems are hurled Across the nether lands of night. And then I open Savitri And reading often do I weep For beauty we have never seen In lines that make the spirit leap Beyond the fortress of the mind, Reason and intelligence, Give sight to that which now is blind Imbuing with a heightened sense Awareness of a truth sublime, Emergence from our

Now the Rain Now the rain unceasingly descends And through its cleansing streams the earth and sky Of its purifying essence do partake, And I beloved stand alone, my cry To wash away the doubt that sears and rends.

Disciple of the Dual Avatars We lived in light and knew our lives embraced By That for which there is no face or name, Our way secure, our souls most gently placed Before Her feet, a birthright to reclaim. Dynamic years when the grace of God was felt In common acts and Love in simple things, When I before the living Presence knelt To seek the calm that inner progress brings. As cancer spread its pale malignant flowers I prayed that she might once again be well, We lived in love, by love, and joy was ours, Heroic her body fronted living hell. No lethal shadow thrown by fate or chance, No cloud could cross the heave