Remembrance of Thee October 1998 Beauty, the Mother awakens in me, Music recalls Her and the thunder's roll; Silence instils Her, breathing free In the interstices of my soul. Remembrance of Thee mid the silence and sounds Of life's sleep and awaking, my small human rounds. Open within me a window on Thee, Emblazon Thy smile for eternity.

To Lord Sri Aurobindo August 21, 1998 The alleluias of a million choirs Are as a tremulous note to the voice of prayer That rises up from consecration's fires Offering all to Thy omniscient care.

Autumn Blessings October 1998 For a moment body and soul Are one with the beating heart of earth ̶ Praise the yellow sunflowers And the wild fruits ripening. Now the wondrous autumn light Steals across the silent lake ̶ Praise asters and the fading phlox And the energy of chrysanthemums. Leaves imprint their brilliant hues Behind the eyes, in the soul's still space ̶ Praise camellias and the crocus of fall. And the bright pink stars of cyclamen.

How Can I 9/28/08 How can I commend her living soul to Thee Who lay already cradled in thy vast, I, a spectator in thy design, Thy Godhead's stamp upon our human clay. Alone, within my human heart shall pray That Thou will heal her suffering soul and mine. Let me look no longer towards our past But turn my eyes towards Thy ecstasy.

In the Silence of the Snowflakes To Mary Helen - Feb. 8, 1996 In the silence of the snowflakes, Mid the flower-laden years, For a love so full the heart aches With a music transcending tears. And of this joy thou art to me, The Beautiful that nothing takes But gives itself so graciously, And all my life a blessing makes.

To Sri Aurobindo However I may meet thee On any lane or byway Swim the farthest sea Or travel an unknown highway. I'd track the meteor's flight Or walk through darkening night, Lord again to see thee Thy radiant smile to greet me. And yet to surrender desire - And turn from the beckoning mire, To tend a still wavering flame And with each conscious breath speak her name. Where can I meet thee great Sire If all is not cast in the fire For thee to remould and inspire The godhead to rise from the pyre?

Prayer November 16, 1998 Sri Aurobindo before Thee I place this prayer. Sincerity first, above all else bestow, The Will to surrender, all narrowness forswear, Annihilation of the awesome foe, Calm to front the chaos of the days, Humility before the Divine in waking and sleep, Her Name upon my lips, my soul to keep, Strength to stay the long and arduous ways. Humility on waking and in sleep.

On Reading Savitri Sept. 6, 1999 In mantric lines of breadth and majesty Charged with the force of a God-poet's will, Whose peace descends illumining to fill With sudden light the moved and quickened heart By revelation's clear unerring art, To reason unknowable, lest all falls still, And then by beauty overwhelmed and the thrill Of a grandiose vision vast with potency.

Death and Rebirth Those whom I've loved around me fall As falls the sun from a perfect day Releasing the imprisoned fire-bird To soar from out the failing clay. Grief as a stranger visits me And finds no welcome at my door For deep within my soul I keep These spirits who have gone before. There is no time for vital tears And sadness that would camp in me With still such prayer and long travail To set the psychic being free. For man shall know divine rebirth When Supermind appears on earth.

To Mary Helen: Child of Light Realizing Beatitude I have seen her in the morning's gentle light Arising from her bed of fitful sleep And tightly in her hand the flower petals, Blessing packets, and the sacred sand. Humbled by her silent inner strength, Her deeps of trust, her offering of self, I watch the steady progress of her days And the rapid flowering marvel of her soul. I can see not with these clouded mortal eyes The radiant dawn of supramental light Aglow upon the horizon of the world, But feel its approaching hour swift within.