Voice from Below - Nov. 6, 1968 I am the evil voice that laughs At pain and sorrow, the struggle of elves, You who would bring God down on earth Pathetic are your fragile selves. Fighting confused in blind rages caught Senseless and vague are your movements of thought, Pettiness, ignorance dictate your lives. Ending at last in an empty Nought.

Prayer to Sri Aurobindo - Dec. 3, 1969 Aurobindo, name of all the longing of my soul, Visionary of the timeless vasts whose massive rhythms Call me and whose waves of endless beauty pour a joy On time's deceptions. Long has my spirit wandered lone and lost In the hollow fields of Night with small and fragile spark of flame; Calling to Thee whose Hand would guide my erring blinded steps, My stumbling, restless pace and lead me if I once could give The sacrificial offering of all that now

Care of the Soul - Dec. 3, 1969 As Midas might his precious shekels hoard, Guard silently that golden flame within, Quench not the Light the toil of ages lit Succumbing to a siren call of sin And to a destiny of death commit, Another soul forsaken of the Lord

Chalice of the Lord - Dec. 3, 1969 As Midas might his precious shekels hoard, Guard silently that golden flame within, Quench not the Light the toil of ages lit Succumbing to the siren call of sin To a destiny of death do not commit, Drink deeply from the chalice of the Lord.

The Master - June 23, 1968 A lamp is lit and hostile though the night Sustained and carried immaculate in light The image of Him who hears us and draws near. In Him our heights and too our darkest hour, Through us His vision moves our souls to flower.

The Master and The Mother Nov. 1969 Thou art Beauty's child and walkst Within Her glowing robe of Light. Unveiled thy luminous soul shall find Release from the dull and earthly plight. For all these roads our labour treads Suffice to bring us nearer still In silence to the golden door Aligning spirit to His will . His eyes of stillness gather all Into Her vast immense embrace.

A New Music - Dec. 3, 1969 Music now with octave's sounds Denotes the harmonies to come. The single Voice's many tones Uphold, sustain these songless rounds. Long have we waited Thy voice to hear With aspiration's flaming soar, In melody's ascending scales, And the heavenly hymns of Terpsichore. We endure the contrapuntal clash Of presences primordial Upon this battlefield of earth To hear the song celestial. Rhythm beats of puissant notes Sound vibrating chords within. To come to Thee a harp of joy And the overture of love begin On strings that to eternal things Are tuned, and let Thy music flow In chants of choral offering.

Petal-Falls From a life of earth and flowers These petal-falls of poetry Wrought in dark and light-filled hours Offered as my soul to Thee.

Guru - Dec. 3, 1969 Vainly do I strive in vain To speak of things when I have no voice, Of visions blinded eyes can't see And ears that music cannot hear. To feel Thy touch upon these days Of breathless stillness silently Awaiting in the fragrant hours Thy hand to lift above the waste Of Time, Thy Feet of Light, my life.

Poems from Another Sphere - Dec. 18, 1968 I am the hidden God in man The Sound that seems a distant flute The Voice that comes in moments mute The seed that grows to understand. Heavy my task in obstinate clay Toil and sorrow disturb my play. Yet slowly I sculpt my form to be And patiently mould myself in thee.