To House Eternal Day I crossed the world to touch Her feet So many seas away, Her smile, her look, Her love to meet Whom all the Gods obey. The road to Her is steep and long And often we delay The giving of ourselves, the strong Surrender of the Way. Silently She works and swift, Moulding human clay To bear the puissant wings' uplift And house eternal day.

In Bodies New I have not seen the mystic swan Circling above our laboured days Nor heard the call of the fluting One Who in our mortal pastures plays. Yet someone called the heaven-bird Softly from its human nest Unfolding great white wings toward Its haven in a Mother's breast. Through sunless days and trackless nights The soul undaunted journeys on Soaring towards the unseen heights Where all that lives as yet unborn Shall penetrate man's deathbound state, This entity so charged by grace, Reverse the program of

Dwelling of the Lord A subtle world few can feel or see Of substance more discrete than organelles Soaring up beyond infinity The home where Lord Sri Aurobindo dwells. Into His white domain He welcomed me An aspirant and seeker of the Way, A traveller towards veiled divinity, A worshipper within this house of clay. He greeted me with gentle soothing tone And bade me sit by Him and then His hand ... What blessings He conferred are still unknown But I am His and this I understand – If I but half-awake and visionless Can feel His living force to rearrange Our lives, what light descending here, what stress Within the e

O Poet O Poet your song invades the shuttered mind And all its darkest recesses are drawn Apart like suns illumining the blind. O Charioteer who drives us towards the dawn, O Seer whose words enlighten all our hearts Voice in us the mantra to renew Our spirit's quest before the flesh departs. The earth cries out and God is overdue In human habitats that house the soul. O sage impart to us the mother-tongue To read the words upon the sacred scroll And all the chants that lie within unsung Give voice to lift our spirits to the skies Of God wherein man's only freedom lies.

Rishikesh - Remembering Ravi Bansal Rishikesh where the Ganges water flowed Swift and green and icy in morning light. I bathed in purifying waters, allowed My body to be immersed, the ancient rite Of cleansing in the holiest of streams. And then I watched a man use dynamite As dead fish surfaced belly up, their screams Silent in the fast-approaching night. We dined on lotus root and talked of God And walked upon the ancient sainted ground Where long the feet of solemn mystics trod And glimpses of eternal life abound. The years that steal our memories away Cannot rescind those hallowed afternoons, The promise o

The Key to The Soul's Door .htm To Mother The Key to The Soul's Door Shall I, approaching heaven's fields Awake to find my soul's desire, A being brighter than the sun, A friend more radiant than fire To whom in joy my spirit duly yields. O wilt thou lift this sorrow's pall? Blindly I grope but cannot see In days so washed with sorrow's tears Thy smile that lit the stars for me, I've somehow lost the glory of it all. Friend, compassionate to share My heart's travail, the One longed-for, No grief is singular, unique; Thou art the key to the soul's door That frees me from the night of my despair.

Haiku For Mother Camellia petals Flakes of pink Scattered at thy lotus feet.

Experience of the Cosmic Deity In moments when the turmoil of the mind Is stilled awhile and thoughts are left to fly Alone and can no easy entry find, We open to a white and stainless sky In which God's thought finds passage to descend And sometimes by His Grace a light appears That points to our beginning and our end, A journey through the slow aeonic years To know ourselves communicants of grace, Dissolve the ego, in His flame unite And burn away all separative trace, Awakened to the spirit's native sight. Then shall we tear away illusion's mask, Embrace all beings as the sacred One, The challenge and the formid

Kingdom of the Blest It seemed the morning of the world anew When first I saw a vision draped in blue Moving as the sun behind stainedglass Kaleidoscoped the room with golden hue. And in that sacred moment my soul knew A truth afforded to a very few, That I had found as in a mirrored glass My comrade star with whom I would pursue Through all eternity the spirit's quest And never would our mission fail or rest, For God had married us by His adesh, To know on earth the kingdom of the blest.

On Nancy's Passing.htm On Nancy's Passing This morning the flowers died Embraced in the night's cold throes. Thus God did make and shall He take, But I'll remember those. For they were the love of Nancy's life Though she planted with faltering hand, You know, the girl that was Davis' wife And my sister, you understand. A battle supreme raged on in each cell And the long days filled with pain. And if prayers could have made this beloved one well She'd be with us at home again. But souls float down for a moment or so To partak