Mother October 1999 Once a being built of light Pulled the drawstring of my soul Opening to my inner sight The vision and the promised goal.

Flowers Are The Beacons Flowers are the beacons of my life, Radiant jewels crowning a sunlit path. They turn the wayward step, the errant tread Towards light; in beauty calm the seas of strife To peace, in silence sing to my listening soul A song of sacrifice and tender love Making each moment, eternal, perfect, Divine.

Endless Life If only we could look within and see The burning flame of being at our core, The calm and radiant psychic entity Instructing us that what has been before Will be again, awakened and renewed To light, bear the shield victorious, Upraised before the living and the dead Who, dying, live eternally in us. As the spirit grows from birth to birth And consciousness in animal, plant and man Descends in glory to our chosen earth The inner god who knows the cosmic plan Will recognize its corresponding strain, Take up the celestial challenge once again,

Prayer to Coalesce the Disparate Being Anger Lord that screens from me Thy face, Ego break, that I may cross to Thee Erase the self and all that is mean and base Impatience let die in Thy vast tranquillity. In the subtle shifting moments of the sky As the changing hues of autumn tint the trees Let all my hours fill and sanctify And all my days become as symphonies For all the songs of gratitude I've learned Increase in me the core humility, For Thy presence all these years I've yearned For homage at Thy Feet through eternity And all my births a

Mary Helen January 12, 1999 See how she bears the burden of our age In peaceful trust as the cancer multiplies; A focused will upon her lord and sage A steadfast prayer no force or fate denies. This shining soul exemplifies a life Of quiet dignity to persevere, Unshakable trust in Grace, heart free of strife, Her love all-encompassing, drawing the Blessed Ones near.

April 23, 1999 - Day before Darshan Japa In the breathing out and the breathing in Let the mantric prayer begin. For amidst the silence there descends A thread of truth that somehow mends The tattered fabric of the mind, And in the stillness one may find Through repetition of the Name, A song to set the soul aflame. Glissandi of heaven's descending trills The hidden sanctuary fills, Healing the ravaged and wounded earth, Attending the superhuman birth. Through the darkness dawns the light That breaks upon our blinded sight

Return to the Source I've learned not how to meditate Or merge my soul in the silent One, Leave my body by the gate And walks in lands of the purple sun. My human flaws are a millionfold And oft have I turned from the saving grace Led by desires centuries old Or the ego's unrelenting pace. Closed were my eyes to the perfect plan When youth in its brashness came to Thee, Thy Force so great the vital ran Far from the Ashram's sanctity. Yet through the twilight and the dark Ever Thy hand has guided me Till now I'm destined to embark On the path to immortality.

Progressive Opening An awful wonder breaks upon these eyes That dimly see the slow approach of Dawn, An aspiration flowering to the skies Towards the distant godhead ever close is borne. Reflected in the mirror of the morn Her dream of perfect earth, resplendent man. The busy mind now stilled to thought's tirade And the endless ages our desires span, At rest, at ease, of silence unafraid In cradle of night and day begins again The call of the soul for irrevocable release. The conscious inner being waits suppressed Desiring not escape from earth for peace To the guiding Angel of the Way addressed Its plea for progressive opening without cea

At Mother's Feet.htm At Mother's Feet No more need to recollect The sunlit fields of youth at play The loveliness of women's eyes Or sadness for the dying day. What gain in all of life's conquests What profit for the growing soul If only to recount again Our fancy's dreams, desire's toll. For we have knelt at Godhead's feet And looked into diviner eyes Than earth has known or God revealed Through all our vaunted centuries. All the profligate vital years Our human joys, our human tears Dissolve as now we bathe in light Delivered from the

Song to Mary Helen I sing of a daughter of heaven's light Her being canopied in gold A stellar wonder in her eyes And vastnesses of love untold. I sing of a soul in Mother's embrace Secure against the raging tide Of forces that would annihilate Their work and all the earth bestride With chaos and by iron laws Chain the spirit thrusting free From bonds a thousand centuries old Seeking the rose of eternity. I sing of the Mother's radiant child, A nature gentle and refined, In every glance surpassing grace Reflects its light on humankind.