I Met a Man On the road that leads to self-discovery I met a man who lived not by the mind, A reconciler of life's differences Who knew the secrets we still strive to find. An emissary of a higher force, A light surrounded him, unearthly glow, From heights unscaled and vistas yet unseen. Empyreal, yet one we somehow know, I marked upon his mystic countenance A happiness transcendent, not of earth And knew that bliss had found in him its home.

A Deeper Sleep I slept, a deeper sleep than death itself. It seemed but a brief moment in all time Or time dissolved and space collapsed in me. Then I awoke and saw the world anew, A symbol of unfolding unity. I slept again and in my dreams I saw The one called Hitler in a drawing room He bade me sing and bend to his dark will But I refused the fast approaching doom And found myself in an unholy place. I said to my friend, 'It is too silent here'.

Divine Love Governing the World - II I saw a glow upon a distant tree, Orange lanterns lighting up the sky, Huge globe-like blossoms set among the boughs On a sculpted form that seemed a royal crown. Approaching near, my eyes fell on the leaves, Translucent ribbons almost latex in their feel, In shades of mottled olive, pink and green, Like dancers in some spirit-troupe's review. Beneath a head of dense and darkened hue Each flower clustered in a

All Nature Bows I hold your beauty fresh within this heart And in mind's eye see the breezes blow Tossing the curls of your light auburn hair, The sunlight like a sweet caress I know Smiles down upon your countenance so fair. And fitting for the royalty you wear So easily the stars above you glow To form a diadem of splendour rare, All Nature bows as you in peace depart.

A Light On Earth 1/5/08 I looked upon the outer sheath I wore, A countenance well-known, both friend and foe Yet stranger to a wisdom held before, Beyond the many births so long ago. I did not ask of God my soul to fill With moving poetry nor tore my breast In anguish when the Muse's voice was still, Beyond my self I knew that I was blessed. A moment came when a high voice was heard That counselled me to find the secret cave Where the sacred Om, first and final Word, Uplifted me as on a giant wave. And in that hour of divine largesse Awaking from a momentary trance I saw the child-god roam and play at ease; His face I saw in every

Love, the Transforming Power Where unkindness rears its cruel head And words burst forth from thoughtless, angry hearts One must remain unmoved, a wall of calm, For silence is the secret force that thwarts The hissing venom from a wounded soul Troubled and awash in psychic pain. In a peaceful spirit dwells the greatest strength. To be untouched by all that is profane, To offer love to those who voice but hate With no outward need of word or

To Mary Helen O Radiant Soul 1/2/08 O radiant soul, angelic among the flowers Whose silent heart was like a flaming rose, O beauty breaking though the form-bound shell, O light that burned so brilliantly within - Motionless like a deer in blinding light I stand transfixed by sorrow, unable to move Beyond my grief, your spent body's flight To the sanctuary of eternal love. Your spirit's triumph is our earthly loss Though Heaven adds a richness to its own. A joy that drew our kindred spirits close In the loveliness of moments without speech - These endless recollections of the heart Like scattered seeds or particles of dust

The Self I Was Before I sometimes see the self I was before And what through years of toil I have become. One was with me who channelled all my dreams And made my days a symphony of song. Now she is gone and silent and alone I walk the garden lanes to still the soul. Yet I seem to pass through a revolving door Only to enter and go round again, So little appears the progress I have made. If one cannot control emotion's thrusts Or summon help when adverse beings come, To look with an uncompromising eye, On habits and the long established ways, Then in truth a Sisyphus-like task, A moving forward only to fall back Seems my destiny pr

The Hour of Departure The stillness of the forest at the noon The silence in the mountain-top retreat, Alone I walk, my love has left too soon, The path predestined for my erring feet. The metallic smell of rain upon the soil And the sweet and heady scent of new mown hay, But I am bound by the body's toil Unable to find again the sunlit Way. On earth awhile she seeking beauty found By love and sacrifice the spirit's path, I spread her ashes on the holy ground Of Auroville in the body's aftermath. My heart in sorrow's iron grip remains And the fires of my aspiration, coals, Yet One who knowing all preordains

There Sits No Crown There sits no crown on man's lowly head. The lion with its majesty and force, The deer more swift, the eagle and the hawk; Vision, speed and strength once his on earth Now lost in the evolution of the race. Yet mans' progression through the fields of mind Changed not his anger, violence and hate Who flies above the world in steel cocoons, Communicates with ease and maps the stars But cannot overcome rigidity Of self, expanding not the inner soul. Impotent to quell his trivial desires. Unable to unite he then creates A thousand faiths in essence all the same, Each believing itself the ultimate word. The key is lo