Installation of the Relics Like scattered deer the dead leaves blow Across the body of the earth. The agitated wind, annoyed Objecting to this new world's birth Brings turbulence that knows no peace. A whirling visitation rife With anger as we here install The relics of the Lord of Life. All future possibilities Are present on this day of light, No force can stand against us now Who bear the burden of earthly plight,

Tehmi I sit by her in the evening's solitude Broken only by the cawing crows No longer can I speak of this or that For nothing is true the mental being knows. I am lacking in the soul experience And cannot say just where the psychic is But reading with her in this simple light I know that this and surely only this Is real. I feel the presence of a seer As the sun-bright day glides slowly into night, Beside me voicing wisdom, heart to heart One who has

Poetry Was poetry not the healing source When cruel fate without remorse Shore from us the silver tie, Chose one to live and one to die?

Towards Sri Krishna^s Call.htm Towards Sri Krishna's Call From the voices of the earth I hear a cry, A poignant call for peace as war runs on, Muffled by the violence, devoid Of harmony, and beauty and delight. And yet what I have seen is also true, Nobility and truth define the man, Sacrifice and service pave his way, Surrender to a light not yet his own Or hidden by the outer sheath of flesh. The day of reckoning will be one of joy When we shall turn towards Sri Krishna's call, Aspire as the flower to the light, As the sea returns to union with the land And earth rejuvenates with marvel hues, Magnificence and majesty divine.

Each Moment An Eternity We must not make the same mistakes As in the white-heat days of youth, Tortured longings, great heart-breaks, When nothing came the soul to soothe. Is it over now, the passion-dance As the need for all possessions dies With the questionable word or glance, Unbearable romantic ties? Calm is not established yet And the descent of peace is slow, But all the

The Dawning Image of Divinity It is in this daily trek of life That we recall the most unusual things, Like sea snakes in the South China sea, A rusty spider on a rusted fence Or a scorpion sting that felt like broken glass Run across the flesh a thousand times, A flashback of the ecstasies of youth, The painful and the wondrous and the vast, Prone on the grass, gazing at the clouds, Or with bared chest riding in a truck, These memories of first awakening That moulded us, fashioning our clay. There was a well that never once went dry, Icy cold and of a purity And of a taste no water could compete, And a magic cand

In the Dark as In the Light 1/13/08 When night upon the landscape of my mind Cast shadows velvet-soft and trees were still I lay awake and dreamed of things to be And chanced upon a corridor of light. I entered a silent room without walls. And there I saw the Mother of all lives. Her smile will heal the sorrow of the world And reunite the spirit with its source. I will survive to live my life of praise For I have

Evolution of the Superman 1/1/08 I walked among life's abject poverty Saw the cruelly broken bones of a beggar's child, The bleeding stumps of lepers accosted me, Human chattel, beaten and defiled. One cannot know the dark depravity Of beings void of soul or tenderness Or to what depths of heartless brutality Man stoops to feed his wilful wantonness. We rage against the world's atrocities But powerless our force unless we yield To a higher truth above that knows and sees God slain, reborn, on life's vast battlefield Working out a supremely conscious plan, The evolution of the Superman.

An Image More Divine How, you may ask, can the worldbe saved From greed and the power-lust ofmen? Is there a harmony that can befound Stronger than the fabric of themind And the duality that plagues oursouls? Is there a unity that can enfold Multiplicity and sense ofseparate self, Or a transcendent universal faith That wraps all dogma anddiversity Into a vision of oneness anddelight Where life is sacred and evolvingman Transition from a finitedeath-bound form, Discard the animal remnants thatremain, Cast off the mantle of doubt anddisbelief Becoming That for which our soulstook birth And ventured through the vastdomains of space To find

From My Room In Lodi Ashram I watch the traffic of the speeding world, The ceaseless commerce on the roads of time, The caution lights, the pulsing stop and go Of these frail engines. What is the paradigm We seek, what destiny, what impulse drives The traveller in fast approaching night Where danger lurks at known and unknown turns? The blurring streaks of green and red and white Are beautiful against the evening sky And yet the energy