April 23, 1999 - Day before Darshan Japa In the breathing out and the breathing in Let the mantric prayer begin. For amidst the silence there descends A thread of truth that somehow mends The tattered fabric of the mind, And in the stillness one may find Through repetition of the Name, A song to set the soul aflame. Glissandi of heaven's descending trills The hidden sanctuary fills, Healing the ravaged and wounded earth, Attending the superhuman birth. Through the darkness dawns the light That breaks upon our blinded sight

Return to the Source I've learned not how to meditate Or merge my soul in the silent One, Leave my body by the gate And walks in lands of the purple sun. My human flaws are a millionfold And oft have I turned from the saving grace Led by desires centuries old Or the ego's unrelenting pace. Closed were my eyes to the perfect plan When youth in its brashness came to Thee, Thy Force so great the vital ran Far from the Ashram's sanctity. Yet through the twilight and the dark Ever Thy hand has guided me Till now I'm destined to embark On the path to immortality.

Progressive Opening An awful wonder breaks upon these eyes That dimly see the slow approach of Dawn, An aspiration flowering to the skies Towards the distant godhead ever close is borne. Reflected in the mirror of the morn Her dream of perfect earth, resplendent man. The busy mind now stilled to thought's tirade And the endless ages our desires span, At rest, at ease, of silence unafraid In cradle of night and day begins again The call of the soul for irrevocable release. The conscious inner being waits suppressed Desiring not escape from earth for peace To the guiding Angel of the Way addressed Its plea for progressive opening without cea

At Mother's Feet.htm At Mother's Feet No more need to recollect The sunlit fields of youth at play The loveliness of women's eyes Or sadness for the dying day. What gain in all of life's conquests What profit for the growing soul If only to recount again Our fancy's dreams, desire's toll. For we have knelt at Godhead's feet And looked into diviner eyes Than earth has known or God revealed Through all our vaunted centuries. All the profligate vital years Our human joys, our human tears Dissolve as now we bathe in light Delivered from the

Song to Mary Helen I sing of a daughter of heaven's light Her being canopied in gold A stellar wonder in her eyes And vastnesses of love untold. I sing of a soul in Mother's embrace Secure against the raging tide Of forces that would annihilate Their work and all the earth bestride With chaos and by iron laws Chain the spirit thrusting free From bonds a thousand centuries old Seeking the rose of eternity. I sing of the Mother's radiant child, A nature gentle and refined, In every glance surpassing grace Reflects its light on humankind.

For Mary Helen From Future Stars I deemed a soul from future stars Descending blessed my human eyes, A vision etched on golden jars Fronting the gates of Paradise. From deeps of silence rose her smile And calm surrounded her that night She chose on earth to toil awhile Missioned by the growing light. Upon her frail and weakened frame There fell a radiance and Grace And I in silence spoke the Name; Through Love I saw the Beloved's face.

Timeless By Thy Feet Here where the eyes of the world pry not nor see, In a room of sleep I kneel before Thy feet And speak to Thee as a child of eternity Of being's aspiration, Thy grace entreat To unclasp the iron stranglehold of mind And open to us the gates of lasting peace Where those who seek the well of silence find Pain's acquittance and soul's immense release, Who take up swiftly life's divergent parts Offer the dull recalcitrance of thought, Exchange all vital moods for psychic arts, Warrior-souls who in timeless battles fought

I Have Felt Desire I have felt desire slough from me Like a mangy cur retreating sullenly To slip into its dank and darkened den With lips asneer at the arrogance of men Who think to break the welded chains of fate, Unaware that evil's force can wait And enter with a horrifying roar At the slightest jar of the unprotected door. I know eternal vigilance must win The guardianship of soul ere I begin To feel the psychic being in command And make the leap the veiled creator planned When first the soul took birth in measured time Di

The Ashram - Early Days Remembering the hallowed atmosphere Of silence and the charged and sacred ground We lived upbuoyed by wings of Force no fear Could penetrate, and we her captives bound By a smile that opened on eternity. We were children then, happy by her feet Content to be and all our destiny Assured, and death a chimera or cheat To be dissolved in the radiance of her light. Nothing we knew of the battlefield within Or scaling of a far forbidding height The soul from dark inconscient night to win. Now mid the chaos and cacophony Awakened our being gathers round its sun And the world of ego-rule turns to flee B

Sonnet to the Creatrix of all Worlds I searched the great religions' occult ways And arcane truths of the mystical elite But found no living sustenance to embrace Until I touched my head to Mother's feet. In a room where space and time were meaningless We moved to Her through a charged and pregnant air, Lost in the moment of Her rapturous caress Our life fulfilled to kneel before Her chair. We knew not of the agony She endured Absorbing the pain of our ego-driven race In petty wants and appetites immured We followed not Her evolution's pace. Now Her body lies beneath the Tree And She in stillness moulds our dest