Childhood Miracle As large wide eyes of childhood viewed with wonder A finite world that seemed infinity, I looked upon my fevered mother dying. No medicine could quell that body's fire, And prayers were vent and ever reaching higher Chants were sung mid voices softly crying For one so young to leave her family. Then a monk was called to drive the demons under. We looked upon a tall and saintly man Dressed all in black with clothing none too new, Enter in silence and in silence stand. As frankincense filled our tearful eyes with smoke He moved to her bed and in a whisper

Samadhi Kneeling there unburdening our cares Offering the little that we are, The flowers' fragrance mixing with our prayers - Of the transformation occurring silently Little is known by mind or can be known While the incessant wheels revolve interminably And the subtle sounds of gods walk by unheard By all but those stalwart souls who consciously Progress in splendour, radiant and alone.

Sri Aurobindo - Lord of Life 11.2.99 A Lord of Love beyond our joy and bale Yet intimate with every life's detail, Failures great and small and all our sorrowed History upon the human road. A God descended from immortal spheres To new direct the earth to golden years Cement the foundation of infinity By his compassionate divinity.

At The Samadhi Only the sound of sadhaks sweeping leaves, Feet bare, backs bent low and the intermittent Caw of Indian crows breaking the peace - Coarse brooms, their swishing motion meticulously Across the concrete, now across the soil. Flower bedecked Samadhi silently Accepts the prayers of supplicants while bees Sated among the flowers slowly fly From lotus to rose upon the scented breeze And I through the centuries walk slowly by The Service Tree while around me devotees Press their heads and hands to the cool-white marble stone, Disciples aged and infirm, youthful, mature,

The Hidden Force October 1999 There is a power at work, a plenitude Of grace in every atom's nucleus, A regenerating stream of divinity Alive in the cells of every human life, Its work a transformation of the gross And unregenerate substance of our selves Imploding falsehood, informing the seeking mind, Fuelling the heart's aspiration, the single prayer Of soul for light, for Godhead to illume Our stumbling pace, our error and our pain,

Quest September 1999 Now wakes the music in the soul that sings With joy and wonder of the parting veil And the heart that hungered long for higher things, The hope that soars in quest for the sacred grail.

Prayer for Auroville to Manifest Jan 1999 Incense flowers clear and bright Ablaze in the gardens of the night Upon my prayer their fragrance falls For you the world in darkness calls.

Negatives Imploding Violence will be rooted out by calm, Anger by a deep descending peace, Hatred by the presence of a love Encompassing a vision of unity. Darkness will be deposed by conscious light, Greed will diminish in the glow of offering, Power become the acting arm of truth And lust dissolve in the divine embrace: Falsehood destroyed in Superconscient's blaze, Sin abnegated, error corrected by Grace, Death made redundant by the truth-light's force.

Music and the Dance of Life Nov. 1999 At the edge of the inner vision's arc I caught A dancer from another space and time Whose feet descending earthward softly wrought The rhythmed joy of deity sublime. In a wondrous cloak enveloping our earth Compassionately She sang of other spheres And the coming of a superhuman birth, Encouraging cessation of our fears. One cannot know the force descending there, Supporting bodies resonant with Her call, The magnitude of light in Auroville's air And Her summoning

Remembrance in Morning Sept. 6, 1999 Eternal gratitude first and final word Of earth-born souls embattled who blindly seek Amid destruction, death and deafening din Of a pulsing humanity surging beyond its means, Grasping and groping to hold ephemeral toys, Lost on human highways in the commerce of life, While faintly heard and hardly yet obeyed, The spirit whispering softly in our hearts.