Tree of God This is the tree beloved of the Lord, Wounded now by strokes of human hate, Its pain we feel as if a tyrant's sword Slashed us when we sat to meditate Beneath its flowered branches blessing us; All the ravages of time withstood Whose roots support the Bodies Glorious. We servants and attendants though we would Cannot replaced the severed limbs nor heal By human hand or help by human prayer This mortal blow delivered with such zeal Upon its crown of beauty once so fair That souls who shed the body would reside Within its kingly home to be near Her, The Mother of all lives, the Godhead's bride. Our offerings of frankince

Winter Haiku - Scroll V Silent world, World of dreams And dreamers dreaming springtime dreams. Sudden deer Caught in light Bounds to safety in snow-clad night. Crackling snow Upon the bough Winter's silence broken now. Barren limb Still host to those Bright singers of the frozen morn.

Autumn Haiku- Scroll II Blowing leaves, My work undone, Dance in glee around my feet. Autumn fires, - Sparks fly up Embering the coal-black sky. The maple trees Sing beautifully Their songs of orange, gold, and rose. In silence I cut Dead peony leaves, Already the blood-red shoots awake!

Two Came Down In all material things that knew her care A residue of consciousness survives As if her soul departed lingers there And casts its perfumed stillness on our lives. Across the fields her sweetest joy caressed Where sudden flowers rose before her feet, Darting winged joy from branch or nest Arose in song her sun-bright soul to greet. God's special ones seem often to die young As if the earth could hold not long their light, The singer struck before his song is sung The poet taken in his soaring flight. Yet two came down on earth, death to slay, Their Force to vanquish darkness, Grace to heal, He the bringer of the golde

The Music of the Future The music of the future calls to us, Its harmonies too subtle for our ear As we our few and tired chords repeat That move us less with every passing year. Shall no new anthems sound upon our souls, Or melodies descend from heights sublime To open us to hidden worlds above, Beyond the finite boundaries of time. I sing of joy that lurks in sadness' heart And love that lives within the core of hate, Of beauty waiting on the sill of life That would descend and change our deathbound fate. For I have glimpsed in human form the Lord Who opens us to heavens full with song, He brings to earth the great tra

What More Is There to Say What more is there to say, Souls in sorrow weep Shattered hearts replay The hour of death to keep Alive the dying face Beloved of all things. Remembrance is a grace To which our being clings Until we realize The soul in us that knows Nothing ever dies, To life there is no close And we must carry on, The need for death explore Until the work is done And God is found once more.

The Oak Tree Speaks Do not disturb the soil beneath my feet For I have stood a century and more, Above man's traffic and his noise I greet All passing souls within my shade's retreat. Do not pollute the air my leaves intake Or cloud the sun with choking noxious fumes I breathe your waste, the air you need I make, His radiant light my consciousness illumes. Tread lightly on the earth thyself aware My gift of life a glory to behold, Trees in bloom are beautiful, more fair – I stand a symbol of the strong and bold. Beside me sit awhile, my strength is thine, Feel the breath of God within my limbs, I know myself a part of His d

A Dream of Auroville I dreamt of Auroville last night And saw as in a changing sky An advent of transforming light Descend, and from the earth a sigh Rejoicing in this state of Grace. Flowers, fields and fragrant trees Bedecked the red earth's winsome face And floating over quiet seas The crescent with a starry crown Appeared and seemed to hover bright Among the paths so lushly grown In Matrimandir's golden light. All now becomes a holy quest For pilgrims of the inner way Disdaining paths of ease and rest To win the ransom of the day Foreseen and promised to mankind And preordained from heights above, Withi

Presence of the Mother Dec. 2002 In this little room of life now dwells Enlightening, enrapturing our days The presence of the Mother in our cells Transforming by Her love our errant ways.

To God Within Remembering the fervid dreams of youth And brief-lived hopes that bloomed only to fade, The search for meaning and a ray of truth, To see our past as on a film displayed. Growth is a spiral not an endless round Monotonous, repeating all we've done Nor peace and calm a state so quickly found, Enlightenment a treasure to be won Through offering of self and all that we Conceal in darkness of our human state, Our freedom's call the great apostrophe To God within our lives must consecrate.