Rose of My Soul 9/19/00 I have seen her on the summit steps of being And sought her in the sweep from sea to sky Glimpsed her golden through an inner seeing And bowed before her luminous majesty. I voiced my disputation with the night Its stubborn opposition and transgress Of truth that built the world for joy and light And life that lives alone by Her largesse.

Prayer of Gratitude to Mother and Sri Aurobindo March 23, 2000 Could I but see Thee clearly In all thy formless glory Mother of all heavens And the seven sacred earths. Thou hast donned the mantle Of humanity Upbearing by divine largesse All life-forms in thy hands. Radiant force of the Lord Timeless is thy beauty Timeless is thy grace And infinite thy love. In ageless moments visiting Our world in human time O form immaculate Descending to uplift

The Emerging Face of Divinity January 1, 2000 All beautiful is Thy Hand has wrought Among the stars and galaxies, In every form there may be caught Thy miracled infinities. The plants' perfection and élan Counsels me to know the stone But as the leap from ape to man The key resides in Thee alone. And in this age a full descent Of the Lord of Life in human birth, The promised hour of divine advent Begins the Life Divine on earth. Our vaunted knowledge flying goes Upon the winds of uncertainty For mind cannot kn

Into a Bright Reality I Came Into a bright reality I came Over the edge of dream to borderlands Where flesh and spirit inherently the same Obeyed the fluting-call of God's commands. I felt the rising sap within the tree And the soft caress of sunlight charging leaves And knew our lives a holotype of Thee In golden morns and star-encrusted eves. Delight of my days and crowning majesty, The surreal beauty of the slow descending sun Throwing its final fire to the sky When love and joy and life and light were one.

From the Carapace of Mind Will we in future ages wake to Thee Who now infuse the marrow of our frame Or union find while breath and blood run free And the secret of our soul's delight reclaim. For man his infancy of mind outgrown Confronts an age and self whose darkness hides A gem of rarest cut, its brilliance shone In worlds preceding Form where Light resides. Upon the precipice's edge we peer Into that vast Unknowable to find That all is He and abrogating fear, All the knots of ego-self unwind, Suffer the endless miracle of Grace

Lord Within In winter's stillness I sought for Thee Across the frozen wastes of time Thy citadel my destiny Thy dwelling-place my upward climb. I've journeyed to thee in summer's heat When earth was green and redolent Resting from her laborious feat, Creation through divine intent. All the springtime's of my years I realize now I've searched for Thee Through lifetime's at the feet of seers I knew my mediocrity. Now in the autumn of my days I've found within Thy secret smile, Companion through the aeon-ways Who carried my soul all this while.

Difficulties on the Way June 21, 2000 Now the day is done, we've turned once more Towards night's caress and sin's hegemony To fill the hungry vital's ego-store, A fall from Grace and inner sanctity. Shall all our eves then yield to darkness' dreams Where sirens of sadness whisper tenderly To enter the valley of tears and bathe in streams Of pity forgetting the call of higher spheres? Whether to sink in sorrow and remorse Acknowledging defeat to nether gods Or set once more the being's upward course Aware

The Fashioning Grace Brighter than burning acetylene That blinds the sight if looked at long A dazzling light fell on my days And the rudiments of angel-song. Far now those bright epiphanies That burst upon my youthful eyes, Yet from Thy trailing hem I seize The thread of distant galaxies. The darker side would flee from Thee Retreating  to a beleaguered past Than face the transforming energy And darkness that must be recast. Yet slowly and with infinite care You turn my consciousness towards light Ignite the spark, imbed the flame Unveil the soul, the inner sight.

Worlds Strange-eyed moths, the flowers of night Aloft on their vivid wings of dream On boughs of a spectral world alight Above the darkly flowing stream. Awake we can but hardly know Those vast untapped peripheries Yet dive in sleep to realms below, Beyond our mental boundaries. Worlds on worlds above us rise Inviting us to higher planes To exceed the beauty of our skies And build our lives where the truth-light reigns. Though still we seem drawn to the deep abyss Our souls remember the Beloved's kiss.

In The Attic of the Mind Sorting through the attic of the mind Inspecting chests of moulding memories And thoughts once prized possessions now I find Clog the room with cerebral vortices. The pampered and presumptive ego-shell Accumulated useless outer wear That soon grew old and wanting quickly fell Into disuse though still I could not bear To clear out racks of thought in my control. But now among the gathering dust of dreams I open wide the window of my soul And toss away a world of worthless schemes, Ascending the stair of consciousness to greet The object of my inner being's call Who enters in on white and soundless