The Dreamer April 15, 2012 I am silenced by life’s beauty and I fear To sing aloud the melodies I hear, One life so little for the light that streams Upon the dreamer of a thousand dreams, Beauty that I see in all things dear And beauty in the darkness to which we cling, Beauty in our sorrow and the sting Of treachery, betrayal and abuse, Beauty in the gifts that we misuse And beauty in the leaping of the Spring. I see in children’s eyes the ancient gleams Of warriors and acolytes; it seems We have known stars that faded long ago, But this and only this I truly know I am the dreamer and I am the dreams.

In the Garden of the Gods Sept. 23, 2012 Working in the Garden of the Gods As Autumn comes on softly stepping feet, The squirrels are busy with their acorn feast, And the earth I walk is fragrant now and sweet. I pause to breathe the future, feel the gift Of the budding rhododendrons promised bloom In plenitude as they prepare their rest. For all this beauty there is ample room Within my soul; I welcome too the fall And in this meditative mood I rake Needles of pine laced upon the ground. I do not work as one for his own sake But in offering and gratitude and more, As consecration to the One within And joyous service to the world I l

We Shall One Day July 11, 2012 I visited the place but knew it not A hidden chapel deep behind the heart Inaccessible to those without a light To guide or steady compass in the soul. How many years I drifted on the sea Of my becoming, favouring the isles Where pleasure called as sirens on the cliffs Or worked for self and self acknowledgement. Though warned of danger still I travelled on Forgetting all, preoccupied with love And endless labour towards an unknown goal. The past still haunts me as I turn to see My youth, a wanderer through dream and song. The last of those who guided me now gone Into the welcoming arms, the vast embrace And I face alone the lethal da

Haiku On the 'Service Tree'.htm Haiku On the ‘Service Tree’ April 27, 2012 An Ashramite A Devotee Silent beneath the ‘Service Tree’

In the City–32nd Floor.htm In the City – 32nd Floor Aug. 24, 2012 I was witness to a constant hum of life. No silence could I find but that within, Yet when I look upon this hectic scene A peace descended lightly on my soul. Great towers rose a song towards the sky And voices in a whirl of tongues I heard, A throb of life incessantly proclaimed Its beauty beneath protecting arms of trees Where flower pockets bloomed on concrete streets Mid the massed vibrations of uncounted souls. I saw the architecture of a wor

Spring! Sept. 20, 2012 The soaring of the red-tailed hawks above Nestlings hidden in the hemlock trees The singing in the scented orange grove It is the season of the greening leaves. Spring has come again on rain-drop feet, Awakened leaves to break their barren rest Beauty new each morn is mine to greet And of this banquet I the joyous guest. No more the season of the dying leaf When the white death would scatter everything For in my heart I know there is no grief, In winter’s breast is hid the bud of spring.

Time March 12, 2012 Time will allot us time to seek and grow And given time enough we may exceed Our sorrows and our longing for the past. And though old memories still dwell in us Like phantom presences that dog our steps Impeding the future that we walk towards, Like a karmic knot, frayed but still unshorn Binding us to deeds we would forget, Still are we the children of the Light, From Light we came, towards greater Light we grow.

Kailasbhai To Narad In His Room December 29, 2007 Nirod was having a sumptuous breakfast with Dilip Kumar Roy but each time when he returned to his room he felt a deep depression.  He asked Sri Aurobindo about it and He said, ‘He is not feeding you free of cost, he is feeding your depression as well.’ ‘There was a person with a large tumour in her stomach and Sri Aurobindo’s subtle hand was seen removing it and the person was cured.’ ‘Paul Richard told Dilip, ‘I made a mistake.  I could not understand Sri Aurobindo and Mother and now even to commit suicide I am not free.’ Kailas told me that he first heard my new name on November 17, 19

On Bobby Kennedy’s Death.htm On Bobby Kennedy’s Death June 5, 1968 At 3:30 a.m. the phone rings.  It is Sarah Hudson.  She tells me in a broken, tear-filled voice that Senator Robert Kenny has been shot.  He was at the Ambassador Hotel on Wilshire, quite near our apartment., making a victory speech to about 2000 people.  Sarah and her husband have been working for him. I calmed Sarah, Anne came and sat by me and we called Mother.  Sarah said she could feel better, asked how to call Mother, and said that Kennedy must not die. As we called the Mother’s Force I saw the room fill with sparkling lights.  This is an experience Anne has often had but it was the first time I had seen

My Mother’s First Serious Illness and Her Passing.htm My Mother's First Serious Illness and Her Passing I was very young, perhaps between five and six years of age when my mother fell seriously ill. Her temperature increased and stayed at 105 degree Fahrenheit and despite everything the doctor tried she became weaker and weaker. Finally, the doctor, defeated in his efforts, said there was nothing more he could do for he