Silence Comes Never will I tire of the rose Or fail to find the lilac passing sweet And even if the door of life shall close On the other side are friends I wish to meet. Never will I find the sunset bland Or mourn because the rain obscures the sun, When I held a dying bird within my hand Saw one life end, another life begun. Though I have lived the broken years of grief When one who loved me let her soul take flight, In the sea of sorrow foundered on the reef Of loss but, lost not the intense delight One finds when self retires and bows down In humble acquiescence truth to find And sees the heart by pain much wider grown As silence comes

Souls of Aspiration A silence in the noise of city streets Pervades the faithful on this Darshan day As if time were but a momentary trance, The earth so small, the stars not far away. Ascending stairs that have felt pilgrim feet Through decades of devotion from afar; Some ask for favours, others come to take, A few to give themselves and all they are. It seems a lifetime when we were but few And stood beneath the tree whose kindly limbs Cast shade upon the seekers kneeling there To importune or offer like prayerful hymns That rise as incense spires in the night, Souls of aspiration seeking light.

His Grace Bestow Having lived the drama's course this I know, The way is paved with thorns, the progress slow, Accumulated memories to lose And endless seems the road on which we go. What is this dream of God that moves us so, This light that penetrates the depths below, This path, so difficult though yet we choose For only thus the soul within can grow. All is not done, we still must overthrow Desire and its disastrous undertow, All inherent human traps defuse Upon the humbled h

The Train of Fate Who is the seeker hid within this shell And who the fearless warrior in time, Who confronts the thrower of obstacles Whose strength is given that he may climb To heaven on earth passing the gates of hell. Who is the charioteer that drives this car Through the dense unyielding thickets of the mind And the dark forbidding jungles of the past Prepares the golden house where we shall find The truth that tells us who we truly are. Who is it that resists the coming dawn And lingers in the byways of the self Obstructing progress and the spirit's will A puppet or a small mischievous elf Or a force that uses us a

The Supernal^s Call.htm The Supernal's Call I saw Beauty stealing through the clouds of night, Almost it seemed with a surreptitious smile As if she knew that darkness hid delight And she would bear our ignorance awhile. I saw them singing from the highest trees, The harbingers of the new world to come, Melodious their chant, the strains of peace Descending through the realms of Christendom, Echoing their joy in the Far East, Announcing the defeat of Evil's reign And the annihilation of the Beast, The Light that lights the suns to come again. I saw wonder blossom in the children's eyes, A harmony entwine the hearts of all, A truth invincible the mind surprise

Lover^s Lament.htm Lover's Lament for X 6/30/08 When day goes down to dusk and shadows fall Across the barren landscape of my soul, Do you remember me, my little one Whose love by your mistrust obscured the sun And shattered my heart like a shattered vase My book of love to wilfully deface. The music and the poetry I gave From your destructive doubt could not save The unity that brought our spirits close. And now, as blooms a solitary rose, Its fragrance wasted on the evening air, With none to see I live in my despair Yet hope, no pray, that one day you will find One who will ease the torments of your mind.

Frail Time-Piece What do we know who are so lightly here? Our sages and philosophers and saints Have touched the hem of fleeting angel robes Or grasped the feet of God in ecstasy, But we who labour mid the sorrows and joys Of our humanity, who briefly live And love among the singing or silent spheres, Who yearn for beauty as it passes by And cannot hold for long the silver cup, The chalice of our spirit's offering But must obey the call of earthly needs Desire and the want for petty things, But still within the chr

Memories and Moments I hold the moments close that once I cared Most insufficiently and let them pass As long ago my ego dense and crass, Proud, unknowing, 'the world is mine', declared. Yet looking back too long is like a chain That binds us in our all too human pain And keeps the striving soul from leaping out. For memories hold sorrows much too deep That live again in all our troubled sleep And in the nightmare dark we choke and shout, Alone in world

From Former Lives I watch the future flying past And see the past as future once, Time is contained within my sight And space eternal in my soul. Love that held me to the earth So that my spirit would not leave Without fulfilling its purpose here Has flown beyond the world to rest Alone in her infinity. No longer do I weep for loss, A knowledge growing through the years, A touch of wisdom on my brow Enables me an

My Spiritual Home I walked along deserted beaches Looking for my identity The sand displayed its emptiness And spoke of nothing but the sea. I asked the waves where I should go To wash away my loneliness But all they did was rush on me Promising no happiness Until I found the hidden key That lay by Pondicherry's shore. There I would know my destiny And wander through the world no more. But I was young and young the day Once found I knew I could not stay Among the holy and the kind, In the first scene I left the play To follow the concepts of my mind. Each year when flowers go to sleep To work in Auroville I come Live in t