For We Alone. . . Only God's fingers can unknot The cord of ego binding us, Rewrite the script, undo the plot And raise the soul like Lazarus, Remove the crown of ignorance That heavy weighs upon our head, Redress the role of fate and chance That dogs the living and the dead. For we alone are impotent To quell the forces plaguing us, Mind unwilling to relent, The vital still obstreperous, And body's fixed rigidity Reject the light that would descend, Inhibit the inborn Deity, And all our human error end.

Advent of the Bride 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 upon the advent of the bride.

To Mother and Sri Aurobindo Only the Faithful Only the faithful see through the world's tears Or those who from an inner witness' seat Have stilled the mind, unburdened of the years, The Grace that from the earth shall not retreat, The plenitude of light the Master brought, The Mother's force and deep-compassioned care, A harmony that out of silence wrought, The fragrance of God's sweetness in the air. What treasures lie within our human grasp When errors of the lower nature fall And being yields delighted to His clasp And in the ear is heard the mystic call. As the lover of our souls is seen And a cry of recognition fills

The Indwelling Deity 1/23/01 The voices of sorrow sing their haunting songs Enticing the emotional soul to weep, To grieve for all injustices, the wrongs Our life has seen and from some horror's deep Recall those visions of terror, the history Of evil acts and goodness met by Death The hunter, stalking with impunity The aging frame, catching our final breath. Profligates we have squandered the gifts of the sun, A penury of being our pallid change. For lost is the view of the ancient One And gone is his smile from the human range

Night Passages 12/14/01 As I drift half-consciously to sleep I hold a blessing packet in my hand, Charged with grace and given me to keep The hounds of night at bay and countermand The voices dark that softly bid us leave Our sweetness' sanctuary close within For wanton ways that make the spirit grieve, Turning from light to welcome darkness in. We must discern the false, become aware Of worlds in worlds that cunningly do hide The demon in the garb of forms so fair Who would our earthly progress cast aside; Protect the soul fr

Truth or the Abyss Remembering the terrorist attacks on America and the Mother's message of 1967* Our reasoned knowledge resolute and sure The inner spirit's guidance would defame, For only what is caught by mind is pure All else a sham inconsequential game. How fine this vast and subtle intellect That even bends the Scripture to its cause This summit-mind free of all defect Whose brilliant working formulates our laws Equating right with evil's dark demands. The reckoning hour suddenly shall arrive To test the base on which our being stands, And though the soul eternal shall survive Will mental man refuse the Godhead

For Mary Helen The First Snows Came A land of starkness where beauty's ways are taught In frozen landscapes, nights of pale sun-bloom, A silent world where Nature's face is caught In icy depths that months of darkness tomb. Smoke-grey skies descend to waters greyed By glacier run that grinds the hard rock-pan, Where the soul in things is cherished and obeyed And the spirit gods dwell ever close to man. A sea cut through with floes of shimmering blue And sunset over mountains ridged with ice A poetry of earth reborn anew, From hidden depths disclosed her paradise. The first snows came unnoticed in the night, A powdered-s

A Simple Prayer – Darshan Eve And now another Darshan day Comes gently on our busy hours, A moment to reflect and pray That He who all our lives empowers May dawn in us, awake from sleep The slow evolving consciousness, A mind that would small vistas keep And lose His touch of tenderness. Might we this eve enlarge our scope To gather in His timeless gifts In peace to love Him and to hope For deeper offering that lifts Our souls, ascending toward His feet, Our hearts enveloped by His grace, That in this life we may yet meet And look once more upon His face.

The Pulse of Love Once in contemplation's calm repose And concentration's fixed imperative I focused on the Presence in the heart And found the pulse of love for which I live. For when the Force is channelled to the soul All else appears a dream within a dream For a moment's beat the world does not exist, An energy or vibratory stream. Too soon the touch is lost, life rushes in, Impulses of the world-ways inundate And we are tossed and turned upon her seas And moved by ingrained habits small and great. Again and again we must return to calm Seat the Image firmly in our breast, Invite the Peace to penetrate the cells And of

Diviner Shores of Light (Inspiration from Savitri, Book I, Canto IV) As in the trough of a vast and swelling sea, Carried from crest to crest by white-capped waves, The soul in a cradle of time moves endlessly Towards the shores of God our spirit craves. On the rise and fall of massive tides In a small impermanent craft man dares Unsounded depths of life or fleeing, hides Along the safer coves of time, repairs To easier bays of Self and inlets known To harbour pleasant moods and carefree days, Though in his mariner soul a seed is sown That grows to front the Unknown in His ways. For we must challenge deeper seas, explor