The Key to The Soul's Door .htm To Mother The Key to The Soul's Door Shall I, approaching heaven's fields Awake to find my soul's desire, A being brighter than the sun, A friend more radiant than fire To whom in joy my spirit duly yields. O wilt thou lift this sorrow's pall? Blindly I grope but cannot see In days so washed with sorrow's tears Thy smile that lit the stars for me, I've somehow lost the glory of it all. Friend, compassionate to share My heart's travail, the One longed-for, No grief is singular, unique; Thou art the key to the soul's door That frees me from the night of my despair.

Haiku For Mother Camellia petals Flakes of pink Scattered at thy lotus feet.

Experience of the Cosmic Deity In moments when the turmoil of the mind Is stilled awhile and thoughts are left to fly Alone and can no easy entry find, We open to a white and stainless sky In which God's thought finds passage to descend And sometimes by His Grace a light appears That points to our beginning and our end, A journey through the slow aeonic years To know ourselves communicants of grace, Dissolve the ego, in His flame unite And burn away all separative trace, Awakened to the spirit's native sight. Then shall we tear away illusion's mask, Embrace all beings as the sacred One, The challenge and the formid

Kingdom of the Blest It seemed the morning of the world anew When first I saw a vision draped in blue Moving as the sun behind stainedglass Kaleidoscoped the room with golden hue. And in that sacred moment my soul knew A truth afforded to a very few, That I had found as in a mirrored glass My comrade star with whom I would pursue Through all eternity the spirit's quest And never would our mission fail or rest, For God had married us by His adesh, To know on earth the kingdom of the blest.

On Nancy's Passing.htm On Nancy's Passing This morning the flowers died Embraced in the night's cold throes. Thus God did make and shall He take, But I'll remember those. For they were the love of Nancy's life Though she planted with faltering hand, You know, the girl that was Davis' wife And my sister, you understand. A battle supreme raged on in each cell And the long days filled with pain. And if prayers could have made this beloved one well She'd be with us at home again. But souls float down for a moment or so To partak

Prayer for Purification Silent screams piercing the night's profane with tears, Voicing manifold agony, growth's inhibition through years Of vital expression unleashed on similar themes, Loss of the soul in a world of unrealised dreams, That now with psychic awaking, to reappear And beat down on the wings that would soar from the night of our fear. O day of surrender undying, draw near, draw near.

In Auroville - The Pioneers In Auroville the first-line pioneers Chosen to break the red clay's hardened crust, Laboured in fallow fields those formative years Executing their solemn and sacred trust.

What Do We Know of the Soul's Descent.htm What Do We Know of the Soul's Descent? We speak of the soul with the wisdom of the mind, A reflected light that cannot truly see And all our tangled theorems strive to find The simple truth that sets the spirit free.

Symbol Flowers Around our lives floral wonders weave The sign and impress of divinity, And if our doubting minds do not deceive We find through them the psychic's hidden key. To open that mystic eye and once perceive Behind the marvel and the mystery, Symbol flowers born of secret light Rising in fragrant fullness, a litany Of shades, patterns of celestial might, Embroidered marvels traced on heaven's sleeve. Caladiums with rare transparent hue The philodendron's magic symmetry, Saintpaulias an air of light imbue Cymbidiu

I Know a Soul - To Mary Helen - Feb. 8, 1987 I know a soul So clear, so bright Who holds me to the inward sight And all the darkest realms of night Are banished in her ring of light. I know a soul So fair, so pure, That all life's trials I shall endure, Resist the daemons false allure And cling to Truth with her secure. I know a soul So kind, so true, Who through the tangled webs doth hew, In silence holds the sacred view And daily makes my life anew.