Her Hand I have felt Her hand across the vasts of time Guiding gently though firm and resolute That I should not fall into the dark abyss In which the Way is lost for centuries. So many times the life-force has returned When it seemed that death would shear the silver cord. This plenary grace that succours and upholds The errant spirit when the darkness speaks And one is lured by siren-song to fall, Surrounds my soul, protecting aura of light, Though I revolt and p

The Anachronisms of the Past The anachronisms of the past restrain Like tensile strands that pull the puppet back. An atavistic being we retain Who waits for every weakness to attack The reaching spirit breaking through the shell That holds our ignorance and lassitude, Reminding us that in this mortal cell Imprisoned we are free though an interlude Of specious dreaming and a mindless one Is thought of Right and Truth and earth reborn Beneath dead stars and a slowly dying sun. All draws down to entropy and worn And tired are the credos we have heard Of Gods and angels, hierarchic modes Of being and a Paradisal Word. What the

Rain Prayer 6/12/08 I petitioned you for a deluge, did not pray For the briefest shower or some paltry drops To ease the deep-cracked soil, as balm my hands. Parched is the ground and all growing stops, The grass dies out although the clover blooms, And brightens undisturbed and bees still find A sip of nectar in the drooping flowers, The heat so strong it even wilts the mind. So come, rain, fill the empty lakes And I with feet of clay will dance and sing And praise you for your generosity. Return the thirsty land to flowering, Be generous and bountiful O rain The suffering earth make beautiful again.

Old Seas of Self I am emptying old seas of self, Polluted waters, bitter brine That washed upon my spirit's shore, Accumulate of many lives In vessels I have sailed before, Of limited and poor design To chart my way to destiny. And yet the Master Helmsman knows That even though the course may wind And founder on the rocks awhile Eventually the soul shall find The hidden passage that I seek Among the thousand routes of time. His diamond light to guide my way, His star that lives by its own light, His sun that marries night and day, His breath that carries my frail ship Safely to the new world's doors To see him throned resp

To Set the Soul Aflame I caught the thread of an immortal ode Somewhere at the outer edge of mind, A gift it was and graciously bestowed But my skills were weak my knowledge ill-defined, A mediocre bard who penned a line But missed the rhythm and the pulse yet strove To find a motived phrase that would define, The vision that came burdened with such love. I focused prayer as on a candle’s flame Expunging from consciousness the outward sense That sees the world a challenge or a game Or vehicle for personal recompense, Then wande

One We Knew As Wife and Friend All sadness and all sorrow now attend The loss of one we knew as wife and friend, A stalwart soul to bear such pain as this She left and with a last eternal kiss Into the distant reaches soared alone On wings of light to front the vast unknown. We spoke of beauty waiting to be born And laughing gathered in the fragrant morn Flowers joyous from the soil of earth, In Auroville the new world’s symbol birth. Close as birds upon a scented bough We lived a poetry divine, the One to know, In homage to the voice that softly called And in our hearts her radiance installed. Friends do not let the sacred visi

The Voice of God Walk on O soul of man the distant stars Approaching roadways paved alone for thee, The sun a candle in thy vastness’ dreams, Walk on undaunted towards divinity. From ourselves we cannot run nor hide. Unsatisfied with mental wanderings We must break the bounds of mortal thought, And preoccupation with the noise of things, Ascending through the planes of consciousness Upend our lives, old certainties discard, Leap across the chasm of our pain That we may live to hear the voice of God.

Before the Presence Now in this autumn life I realise Beyond desire and the unconscious act The guidance of the accompanying friend. In this present birth and births held long before I move as if a stranger to my soul. Unchanged within I watch the seasons pass And feel the winter of my days approach. Like a child asleep within its mother's arms I must wake new-born to beauty and delight Cast off the false persona of the self And kneel before the Presen

Puppet King He spoke in an enamoured voice Seduced by the beauty of its sound, The perfect phrase, the most apt choice, Astonished all who gathered round To hear pronounced a world to be Born from a clear and fertile mind That bordered on infinity. Why then did our suspicions rise When he spoke as oracle Regarding us with steadfast eyes Presenting us the miracle Of all his visionary sight. Why then did we not weep and pray And cry out for the heart’s delight, “He is the guide upon our way Who shall deliver us from night. He brings the knowledge we have

The Home of Light and Peace 1/2/08 These terrorist atrocities but serve As vehicles to hasten falsehood's end And though inapt to see we somehow know A sea-change of humanity is near. The violent upheavals of the earth Are portents of disasters still to come If man continues his collision course, His desecration of the conscious soil, The brutal acts of a nature unrefined. Malefic day when evil's empire shakes The very core of our humanity Asuric forces loose through instruments Wishing to delay the Truth's descent And knowing they are doomed to fail, persist Until the day when they too are transformed And earth becomes