In The Ashram Courtyard - 1 July 6, 1999 Bengali men with joy-filled eyes attending Flowers for the garden of the shrine, The hallowed courtyard, still and fragrance filled, A new age born and golden light descending. At the Samadhi, a silent aspirant, United in devotion mid flesh of all hues; Words softly spoken, smiles that reached behind The heart to greet the unseen inhabitant. Such names resound through all my memoried days Parichand, Nolinida, Nirod. The great ones saw Her move as a flame of white light,

The Mother's Look.htm The Mother's Look 9/16/99 As a rapier pierces the human heart Cutting a path flesh and bone, So your eyes have pierced me through And now I seek for you alone. Diamond orbs that blazing spun A brilliance from eternity, Rocked my frame as they clove my breast, The awakening touch of deity.

The Inner Life October 1999 Behind the frontal man there stands Invisible to the naked eye A being robed in constant light Image of our destiny. As winds our path through life and life Lord of our bodies' temporal home He sits in golden solitude In his room of golden light, alone.

Silent By His Grave with a Red Carnation June 23, 1999 No more the eager feats of youth and toil And the hard labour of thy dreams fulfilled, The earth thou cherished takes thy body, stilled, Embraces thee father, returned to her sacred soil

On The Verge September 1999 Bright are those heavens beyond the mind's purview That beckon through the torrent and the tide, Yet brighter still the light now sifting through Earth's air on which the superhumans ride.

Mother's Darshan.htm Mother's Darshan August 1999 To kneel before her silent, alone with God On the borders of a supramental world, And shake the dross accumulate of years Exposed to her all one's past unfurled. To suffer the divine outpouring force And open wide the inner doors to feel The swift infusion of Her sudden Grace That turns the weak and wavering will to steel. In a frail bent frame the sole omnipotent Power Leaned to touch our heads and sh

On Looking at His Photograph In the piercing sweetness of his face of calm I felt such love and tenderness Envelop me and from his eyes A silent joy and healing balm. I stood transfixed and held his gaze, The eternal moment filled all time, I joined my hands in offering As silently I offered praise. I left the room but soon returned To feel the sudden grace descend And then I bowed in gratitude As all my waking spirit yearned To live the truth His life has shown And offer soul to him alone.

Obeisance to Sri Aurobindo Never can the night escape my prayer Or morning break on song-filled wonder-boughs Absent my hymn of offering: the air So filled with radiance and the human " I " Grown smaller with the passing of the hours. Slowly now awareness of the sky, The crystal lake, the guardian trees, the flowers - And the chalice of my soul with Thee is filled. Peace of the conscious stone, such Force descends Dense upon this frame of earthly years, A knowledge seeks to penetrate and sends Its message passing mind so now one hears The mother-song, the world-tr

The Road Unknown Although pretenders to a consciousness That sees, a mind of brilliant reasoning, We live in a darkness visited by light In rare and fleeting moments such as these. We see not our end and vague is our beginning, We drive through time with ever-increasing speed Passing the signposts of the inner way Ploughing ahead through cautionary lights, Disregarding the posted warning signs, And paying our tolls at unknown booths in time On a fast paced route pile on more meaningless miles, To an unknown destination blindly drive, Or follow an ill-lit road to an

MEETING When I was twelve the Lord we know withdrew This earth for which he sacrificed his life. I did not see his golden form aglow And nothing knew of the fierce and endless strife, His lonely years of battle with the foe. Yet twice I met him at his residence, A dwelling place in subtle matter's field, A simple room of occult magnificence. Seated on his couch my heart did yield As he motioned me to join him on his right And I unaware of the inexpressible grace Sat at his side bathed in his force and light. Imprinted in my soul's eternal space The moment supreme in which my life