The Mystical Rose (Mother’s Birthday).htm The Mystical Rose - Mother's Birthday - Feb. 21, 1998 I never knew the rose. She waited, silent and fair, Her heavenly fragrance close Perfuming terrestrial air. Through sixty sacred years I've felt her presence grow, And now through joyous tears Embrace the rose I know.

A Prayer to Mother and Sri Aurobindo on Mary Helen's birthday - Feb. 8, 1998 Touch her tonight O Lord, Descend to her here on earth And whisper the mystic word At this moment of her rebirth. Inspire her spirit to rise To thy feet in loveliness Upon her sleep-filled eyes Bestow thy tender caress That she might wake in wonder, Renewed on her silent way Walk through storm and thunder Unmoved by the karmic play. If my voice can reach thee I pray thee answer my prayer That she whom you've given to teach me May breathe thy celestial air.

There Is No Night  Dec. 2002 From glacial vasts to equatorial shores The spirit moves by distance undeterred Ever seeking the path of light explores The higher realms; a voice now faintly heard Whispers softly to the attentive ear "Come, take refuge in my house of light Reject desire, cast away all fear, Know that I am all, there is no night Though seeming far to you I am so near."

Winter Haiku - Scroll VIII Frozen lake. Shall my feet Test the thickness of the ice? The frozen sun Weak and pale Blinds my eyesthe sparkling snow! Winter flower, Testament That life beyond our death endures. Hardy snowdrops, Blossoms pure Wake me from my sorrow's sleep.

When 'Transformation' Flowers Fell.htm For my beloved Mary Helen When * 'Transformation' Flowers Fell Dec. 6, 2002 I remembered thee in morning light When 'Transformation' flowers fell Andin the Bay of Bengal's night Whose eternal waters rise and swell In waves entranced by moon-delight That break upon these timeless shores. I marked thee in the song-bird's flight And shared with earth her deep remorse When beauty fled the anguished soil That felt no more a well-loved tread Or gentle hands of cheerful toil Where on thy gracious presence shed.

The Sun Speaks O man thou representative of God Who in thy bosom hold His force and flame, Yet seem a work magnificent but marred Or flawed attempt in some tremendous game Of chance to win thy immortality. In bodies weak and minds so circumscribed As worship a dim and masked divinity Who can be bought with shallow prayer or bribed With empty gifts on altars of desire. My radiance is symbol of his care, For thou must burn all dross and reaching higher Attain the realms above the world's despair, Await the dispensation of His peace, The touch that shall transform and liberate. Tend the flame within and do not cease Until His

The Fields Where Krishna Plays In an unknown limbo of the soul I wait And tread the daily wheel of work and sleep, The busy hum of mind is dulled of late For in my heart a memory I keep Of golden limbs that clasped my spirit close And eyes divine, pools of radiance, A smile that from her inner being rose From founts of love to bless me with each glance. I live alone apart from want or need And call upon the Grace that guides my days To fan this aspiration's flame, the seed Of silence nourish with protecting rays That I may hymn the poetry of praise And walk again the fields where Krishna plays.

Final Destiny I held her fragile in the fading day As slowly night upon the landscape fell. What words we spoke the gods alone can say, She faltered now as death his painful spell Wove upon the fabric of her soul. "Mother give her one more day", I prayed, "Before the great bell sounds its final toll And the edict of our fate must be obeyed. O let her breathe till morning light appear That she may live to see her birth month dawn, Begin the cycle of her final year In Thy embrace by love once more reborn. And I shall hold the music close within Of mountain peaks that lifted us above Ourselves to breathe an air so crystalline,

Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief.htm Lenham, England – May 26, 2002 Stronger Grows the Soul's Belief Two forces clash in us And more perhaps, I do not know, Joust within the confines of the flesh Inviting us to savour worlds below And all unholy things. One tempts the spirit towards decay, One lifts the soul to soar on freedom-wings Above the narrow window of our day. Still are we dragged and torn, Tossed upon emotion's seas By waves of sorrow or by years forlorn, Or undertow of death that hopes to cease Life in its dreaming sleep. But I shall not succumb to grief, The Flame that once was lit in me I keep And stronger grows by trial the

A Suppliant to Godhead's Throne.htm A Suppliant to Godhead's Throne I come a suppliant to Godhead's throne Attached and clinging to a chequered past, Knowing Thou art here yet most alone, A leading role in sorrow's drama cast. If I could grasp the lever to propel The psychic being to the body's fore, Released from pain of isolation's hell To know Thy will, to witness and adore The presence that abides within these walls, A grace above descending mid our doubt, The Mother's love that sweetly to us calls To trust that She will cast our demons out, To tread upon the sunlit path, progress By strong surrender, yield my life to Grace, To feel in all this