Mother's Darshan.htm Mother's Darshan August 1999 To kneel before her silent, alone with God On the borders of a supramental world, And shake the dross accumulate of years Exposed to her all one's past unfurled. To suffer the divine outpouring force And open wide the inner doors to feel The swift infusion of Her sudden Grace That turns the weak and wavering will to steel. In a frail bent frame the sole omnipotent Power Leaned to touch our heads and sh

On Looking at His Photograph In the piercing sweetness of his face of calm I felt such love and tenderness Envelop me and from his eyes A silent joy and healing balm. I stood transfixed and held his gaze, The eternal moment filled all time, I joined my hands in offering As silently I offered praise. I left the room but soon returned To feel the sudden grace descend And then I bowed in gratitude As all my waking spirit yearned To live the truth His life has shown And offer soul to him alone.

Obeisance to Sri Aurobindo Never can the night escape my prayer Or morning break on song-filled wonder-boughs Absent my hymn of offering: the air So filled with radiance and the human " I " Grown smaller with the passing of the hours. Slowly now awareness of the sky, The crystal lake, the guardian trees, the flowers - And the chalice of my soul with Thee is filled. Peace of the conscious stone, such Force descends Dense upon this frame of earthly years, A knowledge seeks to penetrate and sends Its message passing mind so now one hears The mother-song, the world-tr

The Road Unknown Although pretenders to a consciousness That sees, a mind of brilliant reasoning, We live in a darkness visited by light In rare and fleeting moments such as these. We see not our end and vague is our beginning, We drive through time with ever-increasing speed Passing the signposts of the inner way Ploughing ahead through cautionary lights, Disregarding the posted warning signs, And paying our tolls at unknown booths in time On a fast paced route pile on more meaningless miles, To an unknown destination blindly drive, Or follow an ill-lit road to an

MEETING When I was twelve the Lord we know withdrew This earth for which he sacrificed his life. I did not see his golden form aglow And nothing knew of the fierce and endless strife, His lonely years of battle with the foe. Yet twice I met him at his residence, A dwelling place in subtle matter's field, A simple room of occult magnificence. Seated on his couch my heart did yield As he motioned me to join him on his right And I unaware of the inexpressible grace Sat at his side bathed in his force and light. Imprinted in my soul's eternal space The moment supreme in which my life

Being Built of Light October 1999 Once a being built of light Opened the portal of my soul Revealing to my inner sight The vision of the promised goal.

Awakening October 1999 For in all these lives of being and becoming A constant of the growing soul abides, Grace of the formative years when spirit peeps out From flesh, a lone and Ancient traveller Newly aware of its own divinity. Through life's shocks the carapace grows thick And obdurate revealing only echoes Faintly heard that well up from within. Sometimes the celestial chords Awake a forgotten self, And a clarion anthem swells To the charge of destiny. A neighbor, friend or foe he visits us Supre

Changing Seasons Sept. 6, 1999 Feel the seasons in the blood of trees, Ever changing, rest in the waning year, Slowed and musing deep in holy ease To sleep once more in the peaceful arms of earth. Then waking with a rush of emerald leaves Reaching through sky to greet a warming sun, And waxing full in summer's languorous breeze Upon the autumn yield with fruited mirth The treasure of their glory and increase.

Pilgrimage to the East Oct. 1999 We were young and the call of the mysteried East Ran swiftly through the blood of our youthful veins. Unknowing the mind was pulled across the earth By the beckoning spiritÕs laugh, the invisible reins Of joy attending the hour and hope of new birth. Now in the dusk of memory there flee Fragments of beauty, scent of the mystical rose Intimations of an arcane mystery Glimpses of the inner being thrilled At the spark that in our bosom silently grows And love refound and life again fulfilled.

Hour of Agni Where the fiery river flows Coursing through the age of man I see the banks of ignorance Ablaze with God's celestial plan, Flame through our falsehood and piety. Raze our structured greed, desire, Conflagrate, consume our hate Purify us with the cleansing fire, Fan the spark of the hidden soul To grow and rise ever higher, Help us to cast impurities forth To fuel the blaze of the sacred pyre. May the incense of our prayers rise up From the ashes of our separateness, Forge the link of self with Self, From ego's rule