To Mother Flower-offering And I will offer flowers from the garden of my soul, Blooms of fragrant tenderness, thy radiance to extol, Creations from the occult store of earth's vast treasury Light-filled forms that move the heart to deep humility, Incense-laden cups of gold and nectar-bearing bells And violets of modesty from purple shaded dells, Majestic-scented peonies, the gilded iris' hues, The crimson rose of sacrifice that all thy love imbues. I'll gather the aromatic leaves of angelonia And adoration's blossoms from the tree of cordia. The gentleness of lathyrus, the nodding columbine, The boldness of celosia, the passion-flower's sig

For Mary Helen The Light That Falls When my beloved's face is aglow with love, Speechless I feel her soul conjoin with mine, For ours is a sanctioned gift from worlds above This painful earthly realm our lives confine, For we have held communion with the trees And flowers known, their secret essence shared, Marvelled at such miracles as these, Two spirits in the net of God ensnared. Slowly as the days turn into years We are grown closer still, divinity Envelops all the hours, a Presence nears That fills us with divine felicity. Enfolded by Grace no sorrow's tear survives The light that falls on our enamoured lives.

The Light We Bear As in a ivory tower captive now The mind in endless circles paces round Unable to loose its grip or to allow The being firmly in the soul to ground. Late perhaps we may yet realize The light we bear to illumine untrod ways And on an earth we humans spoil yet prize Cast on our sleep its first awakening rays. No rage against the night's iniquity Shall deliver man from his darker nature's needs, To look on all with calm and equal eye To hail the truth and drop outmoded creeds, Redress the grievance of the soul's imprisoned plight, Is all our charge, and deep humility, And turning from the lingering lures of night

In The Mother's Presence.htm In The Mother's Presence O moment that no thought can replicate O vision burning in the psychic core How patiently you changed our spirit's fate And all our gross intransigence forbore. Knowing Thee within we seek Thee still In labyrinthine passages of mind Where thought-intruders come and go at will And all Doubt's forces ready passage find. The tablets of the past we must erase, Approach Thee as a pure and empty slate Inconscient acts and ego-wants replace, Our lives to sanctify and consecrate. The hour of God now in us arrives And Truth's descent into our fractured lives.

For Mary Helen Flowered Paths of Light We walked among the vast cathedral trees Exulting in the warm and languorous day, Aware of fragile moments such as these While winter holds the world within its sway. We watched the willow's green exuberance The early iris thrusting through the soil And wondered at the wizardry of chance That moves with us through birth and death and toil. We wandered upon ways we hardly knew Mid sleeping ferns and lively daffodils And though our days remaining might be few A concentrated joy our being fills. For we have loved and we have lived, and more, Have trod these flowered paths of light

For Dylan and Aaron Two Boys Two boys and different as the sea from shore Issued from a wonder-source of love, Cradled in an atmosphere of joy And nourished by a guardian light above. Only She who sees beyond our sight And knows beyond our frail attempts to know, Can mark the plunge of soul to human form And guide them to the Truth towards which they grow. And we who fight our battles with the night That would prevail against the pressing grace, Must trust their lives to the Mother's tender care And know them for the future's dawning race. For souls descend in answer to Her call And though we know it not we too are here Responding

Darshan and Meditation with the Mother, 1961 I stood as one whose feet were set in stone So potent was the brilliance of Her smile And in the moment knew that She alone Would heal the ancient ills of earth, the vile That festers in her womb of sanctity. She bade me enter, I knelt before Her feet And then a force of love enveloped me And suddenly my seeking was complete For I had found the One my heart had sought Through many a life and death within the soul, And though a thousand battles must be fought Before the way was cleared to view the goal, She whom the ages praise prepared my way And cleaved the

Matrimandir Gardens - Garden of Youth I know a garden where the roses burn And lilies catch the nectar of the sun, Where hearts shall bloom and youthful feet shall turn Toward the golden soil in joy to run Where jasmines of the night and day impress Upon the crystal air perfumed delight And Nature in a multi-coloured dress Grows radiant with pure celestial light. Here God may roam as once He did before And we shall work to fill His vast desire, While in the cups of peonies a core Of molten stamens holds the ancient fire; Descending from Beauty's realm it slows to wait On man's ascent to his diviner state.

A New World Blossoms A new world blossoms in earth's deep core, My soul in offering I bring And yield to a voice that has called before Where the poets of the morning sing. I have seen flowers abloom in night And visions of heavenly galaxies Where lives the Bringer of the Light Who sheds on man His ecstasies. We live in darkness who bear the sun Within our sealed and sacred breast, Illumined by the luminous One We shall survive the ages test And human into god shall break And of His endless joy partake.

In This Turbulent Time of Change As floating leaves upon an autumn stream Pass before our eyes and disappear So too these wandering thoughts, vague wisps of dream Shall vanish as the drying of a tear. For in the calm of mind Thy image place And in the seeking heart Thy peace install, In gratitude let us open to Thy Grace Resist the lower nature's tempting call. The deepening centre of the inner seeing Where peace surrounds and slowly penetrates The thickened tissue of the ego-being Finds the consciousness of higher states. We grow and in this turbulent time of change The spirit willingly participates, Gathers t