Thou and All   Sweet Love, now all is over with me; The myriad worlds within my heart Are dead in thy infinity, And now, Thou only art.   The souls of things, untrammelled, free, Break through earth's dam, the body's wall, Mingle and merge within thy sea, And Thou, O Love, art all.   But through thy silence and thy peace, Descends a voice from planes above, Vibrates and runs upon the seas, And all is Thou, O Love. Page-38

Awaiting Orders   Lord, don't you see this state of mind, The chaos dancing in the brain? Mete out your sunshine to the blind, From freeing floods of light, refrain.   How shall this being hold the flow, The throng of words and melodies That pour and pour non-stop and grow A whirlpool in the inner seas?   The body's breathless with the power, Life shaken longs to sit apart; But there's betrayal in this hour, A black-out in the offered heart.   ... I do not know, Lord, your Will stands. Order the work that's to be done; For all the world is in your hands, Both chaos and the dancing sun. Page-166

-101_The Spirit's Claim The Spirit's Claim   ...Where the pathways meet, we are one, And where the pathways are different. I hold the paradox to my heart and wait.   Let the strangeness grow within me to silence and reconciliation. Let me accept this fulfilment that has come.   Upon the lonely roads, where separation made me sing, a new young loneliness grows to silence, to the prelude of this fulfilment...   Your limbs and life are everywhere, O Beautiful: All things are words, words grown suddenly rich in meaning — puns and quibbles and symbols, — the rose, the thorns, the tree and hill and sky... Lo! how the spirit dances upon sense

Assurance   When all your life has gone to pieces, Smashed on the stillness of your soul, I'll shine within the interstices And come and make you new and whole.   Be brave, fling all your being's treasure Within the fires I have lit;  My Love has neither stop nor measure, So prove your love too infinite. Page-17

"There are moments when..."   O sweet Compassion, Heart of love, What wondrous mercies flood our days; Blind, foolish souls are rapt in light, Deliverance lifts its joy and praise.   On heights where climbing pathways meet, The toil-worn sages prayed for Grace; But we, the dust beneath their feet, Have seen the glory of Your face. Page-85

Enchantment   A brief pure moment's ecstasy, Arrows of singing flame, Within the heart's white silence free The music of Thy name.   O wizard Love, Enchanter, Thou, Unweave the darkness, place Thy stars of peace upon my brow, Thy sun-truth on my face. Page-136

The Clue   This is how the magic works: Behind the screen of sense and thought A strange unearthly beauty lurks, Awaiting to be caught.   The hidden dream-lanes inward reach To shining waters, caverned deep, Beyond the pale release of speech, In unknown tracts of sleep.   No clues? No tappings, plumbings might Unseal those doors in Matter's wall; Those secret fortresses of light Only to self-giving fall. Page-99

Brindaban   Where the frail dawnlight trickled through The red-rose leaves and scent, By pathways where the moth-hour flew, My golden lover went.   In alleys sweet with moss and fern, Where the sunlight trembles through, In a dance of warm white whisperings Upon the iris dew;   And the twittering secrets meet and scatter The flutings of the day,  Between the tiny winks of silence, He softly went away.   When the moon-cleaned fruit is gathered home, Through watches of the night, He will come again with song and dance Within the winds of Light.   Page-28

The Dark Phase   Year after year you sealed up every door And locked us out in endless utter night; And night was on our souls, we could not fight The ancient shades, the subterranean lure. Deeper each day we sank into the core Of abysmal ill, where blows no breath of light, No wandering breeze of hope or promise bright Redeems the heart, no gleams of faith assure.   Only your love's gold warmth lay somewhere still Hid close within our dark; and so we knew The hand of your indomitable Will Upon us; knew at last, at last let go... And suddenly the midnight opened, through Those dead rocks springs of light began to flow. Pag

Beyond the Veilings   Far behind the senseless dustings Every day accumulates, Rags of thoughts and shreds of willings Tattered by our darkened fates,   Spinning, weaving, shuttling through Old cobwebs of our Karmic rooms, Arachne impudences hung Upon the golden spirit's looms;   — Far behind those dusty veilings, Untouched, unseen, a Presence dwells, A purity that heals all being, The secret Word within our spells. Page-124