Transforming Hour I am moved forward on an invisible course By one who hides his face in the veils of time, I feel but do not see the guiding force That breaks the seals of fate in my sole climb To a summit view I could not see before. My faults perceived are like an open book Many-sided, impossible to ignore, I find reflected in a glance or look Or word, the problem I must overcome. Now is the moment, the transforming hour In silence and in peace our depths to plumb From the unknown past rise to be the knower.

If One Allowed I would, if one allowed, like nothing more Than to wait upon the poem's descent Settling in a space above the mind, To see it formed, as when a veil is rent And ravishing beauty revealed to the naked eye, Etched in gold with ruby overlaid As if a view of some divinity Too perfect to be looked upon by man, A radiant god whose voice like music calls In metred pulse the human heart to love, Before whose beauty our beauty palls.

A Divine Unity I hide myself behind a flower's keel And watch the endless flow of passers-by, From its fragrant cup I see a pilgrim kneel As if before the feet of deity. The breezes billow and the pollen blows Across the landscape of enamoured light. If we could open and the heart disclose Its plenitude of love, then all delight Be ours and the blossoming begin, All ranges of the spirit to explore, Earth and

In Sri Aurobindo^s Room.htm In Sri Aurobindo's Room Soft I climbed the sacred stairs Silencing the thundering heart, Casting out mind's useless cares. Earth shall survive because thou art. Let desire be blown away Like dust in a desert storm All time become this single day In thee to shelter from all harm. Look now upon my soul and bless This humbled head before thee bowed, The world now lost in thy caress Before thy feet thou hast allowed Th

Every Being^s Goal.htm Every Being’s Goal He fills the nucleus with His great force And the unexplored immensities of space, He guides the planets in their unerring course And we His chosen recipients of Grace. He is the atom and the cosmic vast The universe a fractal part of Him, He lives in us and in all ages past, And all the worlds to come are only dim Reflections of the glory and the light He sheds upon the true aspiring soul. To shed the mantle of our human night And live in Him is every being’s goal.

The City Flowers I stood upon a tower of the world And watched the movements of a packed humanity, The stream of lights on endless avenues, Awake before the rising of the dawn. A long-awaited visit to a place That held the vibrant memories of youth Where vital life and energy once flowed Within this tenement of flesh and bone. I thought my heart would leap as in years past To know again excitement such as this — The towering mass of steel and glass, the stone Of ancient structures safe within their forms, The residue of rays where rivers shone Peaceful in the quiet evening’s flow. The crowded streets, the life-force here at play,

Towards Which We Grow O splendid bringer of the day Reveal the demons we must slay Or slay them with a spear of fire And clear for us the golden way. Ignorant of the inner sun, Forgetful of past glories won Through conquests of the lethal foe Yet hardly has the fight begun And now in this embodiment We wonder what past lives have meant And where we ultimately go And what is the divine intent? Deeper within ourselves to know The light we see now from below, The heavenly realms from which we came The life divine towards which we grow.

Divine Our Song "If only things might stay as they once were And beauty not be tried beneath the sun," Looking at azaleas overgrown As cancer travelled swiftly through her cells Diminishing her in stature, not in soul. Once could not counsel with empty platitudes The obvious that she already knew, That change is the saving constant of our lives, For like a chrysalis the body holds The growing spirit safe within the shell And those who have embar

To Wake the Self And as this aging body tires God waits silently within, Sorrow like a thousand fires Burns through all my bones and then My soul in the stellar vastness cries To overcome the weight of years And asks why all in me denies The fiat of the heavenly seers The light that leaps from the Unknown The force that in my spirit grows The seed the Lord has gently sown To wake in me the Self that knows.

The Godlike Beings We Must Be I cannot shake the negatives From the dustbin of my mind, It is a dark and crowded place Of thoughts unruly and unkind. I labour to evict them now But only particles I find Of dreams dismembered and desires That like an old newsreel unwind And spill upon the Spirit's floor Like celluloid, a tangled mess. I have tired of my record's grooves Scratching out their loneliness And habits old and old refrains , Some music of the New would hear, Erase the songs and lullabies Of youth's and manhood's yesteryear, Replace the television's screen With images of inner sight, The symbol messages an