Prayer for Purification Silent screams piercing the night's profane with tears, Voicing manifold agony, growth's inhibition through years Of vital expression unleashed on similar themes, Loss of the soul in a world of unrealised dreams, That now with psychic awaking, to reappear And beat down on the wings that would soar from the night of our fear. O day of surrender undying, draw near, draw near.

In Auroville - The Pioneers In Auroville the first-line pioneers Chosen to break the red clay's hardened crust, Laboured in fallow fields those formative years Executing their solemn and sacred trust.

What Do We Know of the Soul's Descent.htm What Do We Know of the Soul's Descent? We speak of the soul with the wisdom of the mind, A reflected light that cannot truly see And all our tangled theorems strive to find The simple truth that sets the spirit free.

Symbol Flowers Around our lives floral wonders weave The sign and impress of divinity, And if our doubting minds do not deceive We find through them the psychic's hidden key. To open that mystic eye and once perceive Behind the marvel and the mystery, Symbol flowers born of secret light Rising in fragrant fullness, a litany Of shades, patterns of celestial might, Embroidered marvels traced on heaven's sleeve. Caladiums with rare transparent hue The philodendron's magic symmetry, Saintpaulias an air of light imbue Cymbidiu

I Know a Soul - To Mary Helen - Feb. 8, 1987 I know a soul So clear, so bright Who holds me to the inward sight And all the darkest realms of night Are banished in her ring of light. I know a soul So fair, so pure, That all life's trials I shall endure, Resist the daemons false allure And cling to Truth with her secure. I know a soul So kind, so true, Who through the tangled webs doth hew, In silence holds the sacred view And daily makes my life anew.

Hidden God I heard a hidden God within, Whisper in solemnity "The hour's late you must begin, Undo your life's infirmity, Reveal the truth of your descent, Cast off the mould of mental plan Awake to the divine event Leap from man to superman." In the intervening years As aspiration's fire burned I laid aside old dreams and fears And though the Nemesis returned And tried to slay I held Her smile, Recalled Her eyes who held my soul To the inner Self resile, The body turn to its control. Surely we sha

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.