Lover of My Soul 11/21/01 I've known behind Thy smile the Fire's force Incinerating veils of ignorance Igniting at the core this fragile spark. A look, a blessing touch, a moment's glance, I shall Thy grace remember through all time, Approaching did my spirit recognize A Mother's smile that holds the universe A captive of the god-light in her eyes. Not as a pleasant picture in a frame Do I a seeker kneel to worship Thee, Or vast transcendence limitless, unknown, But lover of my soul who sets me free.

In My Youth In my youth I tended soil and tree And of earth's marvels ever lived in awe Innately aware of a living sanctity I harvested her gifts yet hardly saw In the miracle of fruit on laden limb The occult force that germinates the seed, The energy that pierces hardened crusts To reach the sun, its sole imperative need. I met along my path the gifted men Who understood the rhythms of the earth And shared with me their wisdom and the skill That gently coaxes substance into birth. And as I watched and cared I also grew Aware of dormant needs from deeper roots, A fallow spirit that lay untended within, The first emergence of thos

A View from 30,000 Feet Into the dark and silent sky we rose On silver wings above earth's sleeping floor, Day had drawn to a long and musing close When we suddenly saw a million lights and more, Crystalline cities of ruby and emerald glow Scattered upon the velvet folds of night, A gem-cut wonderland of childhood's dreams Or faery streams of coruscating light. Yet when we soared into the troposphere The landscape paled and lost its magic hue, Mere dots of insignificance revealed, Lost in an immensity of blue. As so the marvels wrought by human hand Fade into the dust of memory Unless the spirit's seal and signature As

Chant the Odes of Honour I cannot sing the verses of the sea Nor have I learned the stanzas to the sun, But God through flowers smiling speaks to me Of the destiny of earth that must be won, Of the labours of the spirit scarce begun Ere light shall dawn and consciousness awake And man the boundaries of his fate outrun And the gods that soar above him overtake. We shall chant the odes of honour to the One Who secretly within our souls resides Who shall not cease His work till all is done For which he built the worlds where Kalki rides Carrying the superhuman Seer To cleanse the earth and bear the Godhead near.

Balcony Darshan - 2 4/9/01 A silence fell among the devotees As with a sound of vespers drawing close She neared, and carried on the evening breeze Her fragrance far more haunting than the rose. Stillness descended on the assembled throng Expectancy quivered in the languorous air The heart replied to the hidden psychic's song, Soft voices filled the burgeoning night with prayer. Slowly She moved, Her hands upon the rail Her heavenward eyes withdrawn in potent trance The seconds as passing aeons seemed to prevail, Then on us She cast a long and lingering glance. In that instant of Grace our future's road was paved And all our human failing

Stilling Thought How shall I conquer and still these ravagers, These thoughts?  Delayed they press and press again Seeking control, such deft manoeuverers, Passing through the slow unguarded brain, Suggesting wayward deeds or slipping through The outer belt, the Shield, they excavate Inphysical mind a concrete avenue, Their repetition's play proliferate. I seek a calm and stillness of the soul That suffers all experience on earth Unperturbed, in conscious self-control That moves through endless corridors of birth, Apart from distorting vagarie

To the Disciples of Mother and Sri Aurobindo in Russia Homage to the Motherland O Russia, Motherland, the gods look down And smile upon your centuries of toil That paved the way for the great awakening To the Force that lay asleep within your soil And in yourselves, mystic daughters and sons Who in the Hour of God have heard the call. O sacred land of suffering and pain Now the oppressor gone you shall install Within your vast and offered heart the fire, The icon of the Lord whose voice is heard In soul and soul waking to the Light That breaks from Supermind, transforming Word Of truth come down by the dual sacrif

A Prayer to the Divine Mother 8.8.01 Where among the lilies may be found A purity and fragrance matching Hers? All earth's scented sweetnesses press round Her feet and all the god-discoverers Drawn as human magnets to Her force, Gaze in rapturous wonderment to see The Divine in human form, fount and source Of man's desire for immortality. What perfect rose would not its fragrance give Or petals to adorn her robe of light And in that death of offering to live An endless moment longer in her sight. All our flower-offerings now pale Before the gifts of those who gave their soul,

All is Light and Grace Seeking the path to a deeper consciousness, Moving towards unplumbed infinities, Gathering up the threads we held so dear To front a world of greater destinies Where mind is stilled the carrier word to hear And the shell of ego cracked, its sureties Laid bare to a flame that kindles falsehood's bier As the soul responds to a first divine caress. Slowly now we wake to calm within And feel encompassing aspiring earth A guidance prompting us to new begin The quest for which our souls accepted birth, Descending into form and forgetfulness To wake to a known but strangely alien face As on the golden inner door

Autumn Song For some it is the sorrowing time of year When autumn's chill descends upon the leaves But I with grace surrounding have no fear, Day's brevity is brief, the night deceives, For hid within its breast the light prepares. All is God, the blazing of the trees His flaming pageantry, the frosted air's His breath and winter's grandeur oversees The dormant bud that swells to meet the Spring. Our life in flux and we desiring peace To Him our human faults and failures bring, From Falsehood's grip confining seek release.